The thing about wounded people is wounded people are scared that those wounds are going to end up killing them. They pretend like they're not there, or they ignore them.

If I'm wrong about God then I wasted my life. If you're wrong about God then you wasted your eternity.

Success isn't what you've done compared to others. Success is what you've done compared to what you were made to do.

People will hurt you. But don't use that as an excuse for your poor choices, use it as motivation to make the right ones.

I’m not a Christian because I’m strong and have it all together. I’m a Christian because I’m weak and admit I need a Savior.

If you live for people’s acceptance you will die from their rejection.

Better to have a small role in God's story than to cast yourself as the lead in your own fiction.

My faith is not identified by my title. My faith is identified by how I live. Wearing the uniform is not the same as playing the game.

Instead of complaining that the rose bush is full of thorns, be grateful the thorn bush has roses. Perspective.

They ask me how Im doing. I say better than I deserve

If you aim for only wealth, beauty, fame, & power, you aim too low. Humility, gentleness, gratitude, & service is aiming high.

As to diseases, make a habit of two things — to help, or at least, to do no harm.

You may be surprised what we use our dreams to do, how we drape them over our sight and carry them like amulets to protect us from evil spells.

We cannot go back to a racist, sexist, homophobic, Islamophobic type of society.

As for them pretty light-skinned models standin in the cold, ah yeah they with us.

We are out of the ditch, we're standing, we're walking, but we're not running. I want to grow the economy.

Culture must have its ultimate aim in the metaphysical or it will cease to be culture.

A worker without genius is better than a genius who won't work.

I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand.

Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.