They want explanation, not faith; God gives them faith as the explanation.

Your suffering only matters if it connects you to the suffering of others, if it heals them too.

Without God, reality is madness. Reason will tell you so. You either madly trust in God, or you trust in a world gone mad without him.

When their minds mingle with His magnanimity, something of eternity rubs off on their imaginations.

In every human act of charity, something larger, greater, divine has come down to visit the act.

The more we train a man to labor, deliberate, dictate and demand over the inconsequential, the less capable his mind becomes of holding that of consequence.

Joy is that paradox where a man so trusts, is so enraptured, as to be caught up and lost in the other, while at the same time, being utterly known by the other, thus utterly himself.

In Joy, to lose one’s life is to gain it, and Joy never loses an opportunity to be lost in the other.

They think that if they had more belief they would pray more, so keep them lacking. Never let them realize that the opposite is true: If they prayed more, they would have more belief.

Somehow they fail to see that for someone aggravated by depression, self-help will be useless, indeed, it is precisely the self that needs to be forgotten.

Properly understood, Imagination and Prayer are directly proportional —the more they pray beyond their bounds, they expand their vision beyond their resources, their experiences, their expectations.

God loves all people.

It is our courage which defines us, not our constraints

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Nothing is really real unless it happens on television.

Blessing is the lifeblood throbbing through the universe.

I am methodical to the point of being obsessive-compulsive. And I have always been good at multi-tasking.

Footballers are no different from human beings.

What goes around comes around like a hool-a-hoop.

Medicine for the dead is too late

I don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and any other body.