Take something away, and your habits become clear.

Usually the things we think we need become the very things we need a break from.

Be patient. Do the best with what you know. When you know more, adjust the trajectory.

There are only 24 hours in a day. We need to quit trying to be awesome and instead be wise.

We have this one life to offer; there is no second chance.

Maybe we don’t recognize satisfaction because it is disguised as radical generosity, a strange misnomer in a consumer culture.

I won't defile my blessings by imagining that I deserve them. Until every human receives the dignity I casually enjoy, I pray my heart aches with tension and my belly rumbles for injustice.

While the richest people on earth pray to get richer, the rest of the world begs for intervention with their faces pressed to the window, watching us drink our coffee, unruffled by their suffering.

When the jars of clay remember they are jars of clay, the treasure within gets all the glory, which seems somehow more fitting.

Obedience isn’t a lack of fear. It’s just doing it scared.

For whatever reason I was born into privilege; I've never known hunger, poverty, or despair. I have been blessed, blessed, blessed--relationally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.

What you create doesn't have to be perfect....Don't let fear of failure discourage you. Don't let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or inside

The rotten apple spoils his companion.

I don't have anything to prove.

I knew a wise man that had it for a by-word, when he saw men hasten to a conclusion, "Stay a little, that we may make an end the sooner."

There in the midst of the Amazon Jungle, Simon Haskell has cobbled up for himself a replica of an Art Deco salon.

Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

I want to break the taboo against questioning this drive for maximum longevity.

So many other people are saying #NotMyPresident [on Donald Trump].

I remember my mum explaining to me what adoption meant when I was still at primary school. 'Son,' she said to me, 'you didn't grow under my heart, you grew in it'.

I have laid my cheek upon the earth and felt it my mother's bosom.