The storms in my life have become workshops where I can practice my faith in God's sovereignty.

People may resist our advice, spurn our appeals, reject our suggestions, refuse our help, but they are powerless against our prayers.

Courage isn’t a feeling that you wait for. Courage is doing when you don’t have courage. Courage is doing it scared.

Be encouraged to be an encourager. It's a spiritual art that everyone can learn. And mostly you learn by practicing it.

The secret to 'doing it all' is not necessarily doing it all, but rather discovering which part of the 'all' He has given us to do and doing all of THAT.

God promises to make the vale of trouble a door of hope

God's truth tells us the truth about ourselves, but His grace forgives us for the truth He reveals.

A man of quality is never threatened by a woman of equality.

You may have no family, no food, no clothes, no future, no spouse, no health, or no children, yet be rich beyond your wildest dreams because you have the Holy Spirit in your life.

His plan in your life means his work in your hands, and you can be sure it is work he has chosen and gifted you to do.

One may understand the cosmos but never the ego the self is more distant than any star.

I think the short story is a very underrated art form. We know that novels deserve respect.

I think my first album opened a lot of doors for me to push the freedom of speech to the limit.

When you have everything, you have everything to lose.

Our personal dispositions are as windowpanes through which we see the world either as rosy or dull. The way we color the glasses we wear is the way the world seems to us.

The fly that prefers sweetness to a long life may drown in honey.

Indeed, Britain was set to repeat the old, familiar cycle of boom and bust. Since then, we have created and rigorously adhered to a new framework of modern economic management

God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.

Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.