Though the cross repels, it also attracts. It possesses a magnetic quality.

There are three of you. There is the person you think you are. There is the person others think you are. There is the person God knows you are and can be through Christ.

A prayerless Christian is a powerless Christian.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

The very practice of reading [the Bible] will have a purifying effect upon your mind and heart. Let nothing take the place of this daily exercise.

Confidentiality is the essence of being trusted.

In some ways, Christians are homeless. Our true home is waiting for us, prepared by the Lord Jesus Christ.

Someday your life will be over, no matter how much attention you give to your health. Will you look back with regret, because you nourished your body but starved your soul?

All around you are people whose lives are filled with trouble and sorrow, and they need your compassion and encouragement.

The way we live often speaks far louder than our words.

There must be some Tommy Hilfiger event horizon, beyond which it is impossible to be more derivative, more removed from the source, more devoid of soul.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Truly, " remarked Nandi as we entered a darkened tunnel, "it is amazing that you have not died yet, mistress." "Well, hang in there. The night is young.

Express your creativity. Delight in the mystery of your inner muse.

I feel I'm entitled to my opinion, right or wrong.

My first appearance, the first time I try anything, invariably is not very successful. I tend to grow slowly, but solidly.

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Ideology demands it. Society exacts it.

Journalists are simply leftists disguised as reporters. They're political activists disguised as reporters.

May I consider the wise man rich, and may I have such wealth as only the self-restrained man can bear or endure.

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.