Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.

The gospel gives me hope, and hope is not a language the dark voices understand.

I want to use my gifts to tell the truth, and to tell it as beautifully as I can.

A thing resounds when it rings true, Ringing all the bells inside of you, Like a golden sky on a summer eve Your heart is tugging at your sleeve, And you cannot say why... There must be more

So he held her and he prayed. Shafts of moonlight on his face. But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the fate that could make the mountains move.

Well "I do" are the two most famous last words. The beginning of the end. But to lose your life for another I've heard is a good place to begin.

Hey, angel, your horns are sticking up.

Blood was shed that you three might breathe the good air of life, and if that means you have to miss out on a Zibzy game, then so be it. Part of being a man is putting others' needs before your own.

Winter is where hope lies happy.

She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt

Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.

Its strangeness is, we might say, due to its very reality, to the very fact that there is existence. The questioning of Being is an experience of Being in its strangeness

My kids are good athletes and runners. They run in a bunch of sports.

'The Princess Bride' is one of my favorite movies of all time.

Meditation is a process of liquefying the self temporarily and then allowing the self to rebind. The ice melts and then it comes back again.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

During the early months of the war in 1914 there was a conflict of opinion between the War Office and the Foreign Office regarding news from the Front.

Flee idleness... for no one is more exposed to such temptations than he who has nothing to do.

I came from a communist country where there are no luxury cars.

The next album I make might be the most messed up thing ever. It's all momentary for me.

We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.