Superficiality is the curse of our age. The doctrine of instant satisfaction is a primary spiritual problem.

The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people.

When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God's work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.

Joy, not grit, is the hallmark of holy obedience. We need to be light-hearted in what we do to avoid taking ourselves too seriously. It is a cheerful revolt against self and pride.

Worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience.

Stop trying to impress people with your clothes and impress them with your life.

Of all spiritual disciplines prayer is the most central because it ushers us into perpetual communion with the Father.

Because we lack a divine Center our need for security has led us into an insane attachment to things.

Loneliness is inner emptiness. Solitude is inner fulfillment.

Simplicity is the only thing that sufficiently reorients our lives so that possessions can be genuinely enjoyed without destroying us.

Just as worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience. If worship does not propel us into greater obedience, it has not been worship.

The voice of protest is the voice of another and an ancient civilization which seems to have bred in us the instinct to enjoy and fight rather than to suffer and understand.

We regarded each other across an expanse wider than the universe, within a space thinner than a razor's edge.

Nothing good seems easy. That is how life shapes our perception.

Usually when you're playing a character, you think a lot about their backstory.

They hear you own up, and they learn to own up.

Americans are sick and tired of political gamesmanship.

If we are strong, our strength will speak for itself. If we are weak, words will be of no help.

I gave you a wrist watch, baby, and you wouldn't even give me the time of day.

I do for one full hour non-stop of 2,000 sit ups and then 6 sets of leg rise.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.