Thus bound together, they sheltered the child from the cold, dark night, enveloping him in warmth.

I must give you this warning: your journeys will rarely ever go as you plan. You will make mistakes, and you will feel lost. Whenever that happens, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.

Willpower, though important in its own way, is never enough. In order for you to be truly powerful, you must open up and trust in something beyond yourself—something you cannot prove for certain.

Have faith in the light you carry.

Faith is believing in something you cannot prove for certain.

Always go as far as you can see, then let faith take you the rest of the way.

And so I tell you, restless one, that no matter what happens, when things get dark, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

Where does your soul walk? Does it walk in the sunlit woods or hide in the shadowy forest?

I didn't just see a child in my dreams—I felt it in my heart.

Where does your soul walk?

It is impossible for love to enter your heart without leaving footprints on your soul.

Maturity is so often considered to be synonymous with ‘adult.’ But I truly feel that maturity may be defined by the ability to be both an adult and a child.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoes and wonder what else you can do while you're down there.

My respect for animators and animation directors has gone way, way up and it is just not something you can phone in.

Once I get my writing done, then I can turn my attention elsewhere - and not the other way around. The writing has to be the foundation.

The problem with legalization is we already have a dependent generation that's subsidized to oblivion. And will legal pot somehow slice another sliver of the population off of the productive world?

I used to think business was 50 percent having the right people. Now I think it's 80 percent.

How sad it is when someone comes to you looking for Jesus and all they see is you.

Once when Phocion had delivered an opinion which pleased the people, he turned to his friend and said, "Have I not unawares spoken some mischievous thing or other?"

I go wherever my fare is paid.