The fear of God is an insane idea. God is love and “there is no fear in love, because perfect love casts out all fear.

You discuss philosophy about what you read but never really live the wisdom.

All you have to do is decide moment by moment which voice you listen to: the Truth of Love or the nightmare of fear.

The only way to make your dreams a reality is to live your truth. To embrace your truth, and embrace it with love.

To love is to communicate, and you can communicate only in truth. Speak the truth, and speak it with love.

Your heart doesn't care about being easy. Your heart only cares about what's true for you.

If you lie to yourself, you become your worst enemy, attacking from inside. (from The Amazing You movie)

God lives in the Now. There is always peace in the present moment.

If you are open to life’s lessons and do not feed on beliefs and prejudices, you are like a blank sheet of paper on which God writes his messages to you in holy ink.

Many things are impossible for men to do alone, but everything is possible with God. Regardless of how big your errors might have been, you will find forgiveness when you truly seek for it.

When you judge another, you judge a child of God, and when you condemn another, you condemn your Heavenly Father.

My pa maintained that there are three important parts to a man. You got the heart, the brain, and the python.

We should have a conversation when we hang up.

I never even graduated college. I never finished learning, as it were, and I have a psychological need to be in a learning environment at all times.

All of us know high-I.Q. people with whom we don't want to be in the same room.

When I laugh hard, sometimes I wet my pants, but I'm always relieved because that means I'm having a good time.

Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.

If we do not now dare everything, the fulfillment of that prophecy, re-created from the Bible in song by a slave, is upon us: God gave Noah the rainbow sign. No more water, fire next time.

But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.

In an instant he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.