Prayer doesn’t begin with our needs, but with his bounty.

It shouldn’t surprise us…to find that prayer is not finally about getting things from God, but getting God.

This is the heart of prayer—not getting things from God, but getting God.

…Prayer to God is not only the place for divulging our heart, but also developing our desires.

The great purpose of prayer is not getting things from God but getting God.

It is grace to be forgiven of sinful acts, and grace to be supplied the heart for righteous ones.

The grace of God cannot be quarantined to individuals.

The Bible is gloriously for us, but it is not mainly about us.

In our sin, we’d rather trust in ourselves than another, amass our own righteousness than receive another’s, speak our own mind rather than listen to someone else.

One of the effects of the gospel going deeper into our souls is that it frees our fingers to loosen their grasp on our goods.

The hands of the clock are ever in the hands of God. It is arrogant to plan without planning for God.

Making new good memories -possible, Going back in your good memories -impossible, Do possible and don't think about impossible -happiness.

Whereas Nature does not admit of more than three dimensions ... it may justly seem very improper to talk of a solid ... drawn into a fourth, fifth, sixth, or further dimension.

People want to criticize everything you do. People criticize Pacquiao, Mayweather or Obama, everyone that is at the top of their game.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

It's not possible in a free country to completely control the border without us losing our freedoms and liberties.

By reading Huckleberry Finn I felt I was able to justify my act of going into the mountain forest at night and sleeping among the trees with a sense of security which I could never find indoors.

How I grew up, everybody was telling me, "You can't do this, you can't get tattoos, you've got to look a certain way." Now, I'm like, "Why?"

Do you know what people want more than anything? They want to be missed.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

I was really poor for most of my adult life.