Think little of yourselves, but do not think too little of your calling.

When your will is God's will, you will have your will.

By perseverance the snail reached the ark.

Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.

Let your cares drive you to God. I shall not mind if you have many of them if each one leads you to prayer. If every fret makes you lean more on the Beloved, it will be a benefit.

You will never glory in God till first of all God has killed your glorying in yourself.

O child of God, be more careful to keep the way of the Lord, more concentrated in heart in seeking His glory, and you will see the loving-kindness and the tender mercy of the Lord in your life.

Groanings which cannot be uttered are often prayers which cannot be refused.

I have now concentrated all my prayers into one, and that one prayer is this, that I may die to self, and live wholly to Him.

If Christ has died for me, I cannot trifle with the evil that killed my best Friend.

Have you no wish for others to be saved? Then you're not saved yourself, be sure of that!

I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

Friendship neither finds nor makes equals.

I want to make wines that harmonize with food - wines that almost hug your tongue with gentleness.

I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.

Almost every scene, I re-think as Im about to start drawing it, and at least half of the time Im changing dialogue or whatever, or adding scenes or different things.

Given the unfairness that strikes so many people in life, I would rather believe in a God of limited power and unlimited love and justice, rather than the other way around.

The way I figured it, I was even with baseball and baseball with me. The game had done much for me, and I had done much for it.

C.M. Punk...I think you're a nerd

We've all, at some point in our lives, been in a position where we have felt powerless.

We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?