Time is eternity begun.

We are not to be anxious about the unknown future or to fret about it. We are to live in a moment-by-moment dependence upon God.

The doctrines of grace stand or fall together, and together they point to one central truth: salvation is all of grace because it is all of God; and because it is all of God, it is all for His glory.

No one ever truly comes to know, honor, or worship God without being changed in the process

A nation's strength is found not in the number of its laws but in the character of its people.

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

The world's theology is easy to define. It is the view that human beings are basically good, that no one is really lost, that belief in Jesus Christ is not necessary for salvation.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!

Feeling like a winner.There is no need for a race after all.I just mastered how to walkDifferently this time.

I like a deep sports massage - a casual beating up. I try to get them whenever I can, usually more if I'm getting in shape for a role.

My movies are not movies of answers but of questions.

Evil is maybe lying to God. Or better, lying to love.

For some reason, I have a very strange conception of time. I am constantly hovering at some overview, more macro.

I have not ceased being fearful, but I have ceased to let fear control me.

But the people of the church in Jerusalem had been commanded by a revelation, vouchsafed to approved men there before the war, to leave the city and to dwell in a certain town of Perea called Pella.

Patriarchal Poetry makes mistakes.

Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.