There is really nothing left to a genuine idle man, who possesses any considerable degree of vital power, but sin.

The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.

Imperfect people are all god has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to him, but he deals with it. So should we.

Have confidence in who you are and don’t be afraid to go for what you really want in life.

The Church is not a monastery for the isolation of perfect people. It is more like a hospital provided for those who wish to get well.

God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

Above all, never lose faith in your Father in Heaven, who loves you more than you can comprehend.

God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.

God expects you not simply to face the future; He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities.

Pure Christlike love flowing from true righteousness can change the world.

It is not the amount of money or natural resources a nation has that determines how civilized it would be.

Life is a changing sequence of situations.If you do not change something, something will change you.

Start the good job today by your self and let the generation end it tomorrow by them selves.

For everyone you create to be dependent on you, you are equally dependent on them. Neither relationship is healthy.

I know that the politics around trade can be very difficult - especially in an election year.

Do you think she’ll catch him before he gets to the hall?” “My mom’s spent her whole life chasing me around,” Clary said. “She moves fast.

Hero­ism breaks its heart, and ide­al­ism its back, on the intran­si­gence of the cred­u­lous and the mediocre, manip­u­lated by the cyn­i­cal and the corrupt.

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes to poetry for safety anyway.

I'm always very conscious because I like to give time between records, even though I feel like I write music that will last it's time, whatever time that is.