Make two homes for thyself, my daughter. One actual home . . . and the other a spiritual home which thou are to carry with thee always.

Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.

Start being brave about everything. Drive out darkness and spread light. Don’ look at your weaknesses. Realize instead that in Christ crucified you can do everything.

You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.

Preach the Truth as if you had a million voices. It is silence that kills the world.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

To the servant of God... every place is the right place, and every time is the right time.

A soul cannot live without loving. It must have something to love, for it was created to love.

Nothing great is ever achieved without much enduring.

It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

To simply think about the people, as the dominators do, without any self-giving in that thought, to fail to think with the people, is a sure way to cease being revolutionary leaders.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

The reason the Betsy DeVos case was the centerpiece case for the Democrats wasn't about her weakness as a knowledgeable person on education policy.

Do not say hypothesis, and even less theory: say way of thinking.

We used to be calorie poor and now the problem is obesity. We used to be data poor, now the problem is data obesity.

If you remember one thing from talking to me, remember this: I am just a girl who makes noises - and I'm incredibly lucky that people happen to like those noises.

I wonder if our names determine our destiny, or if destiny leads us to choose certain names.

I understand how you could see something in the root of a tree, a crack in the wall, in an eroded stone or pebble. But marble? It comes off in blocks and doesn't evoke any image. It does not inspire.

There is no problem that is not improved by effort, and no effort that is too paltry to be worth undertaking.