To love Christ -means not to be a hireling, not to look upon a noble life as an enterprise or trade, but to be a true benefactor and to do everything only for the sake of love for God.

If you cannot find Christ in the beggar at the church door, you will not find Him in the chalice.

Prayer is the place of refuge for every worry, a foundation for cheerfulness, a source of constant happiness, a protection against sadness.

Not to share our own wealth with the poor is theft from the poor and deprivation of their means of life; we do not possess our own wealth, but theirs.

No matter how just your words may be, when you speak with anger, you ruin all: no matter how boldly you speak, how fairly reprove, or what not.

When you are weary of praying, and do not receive, consider how often you have heard a poor man calling, and have not listened to him.

The road to Hell is paved with the bones of priests and monks, and the skulls of bishops are the lamp posts that light the path.

To destroy the fetus 'is something worse than murder.' The one who does this 'does not take away life that has already been born, but prevents it from being born.'

There is nothing colder than a Christian who does not seek to save others.

The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others.

I am a Christian. He who answers thus has declared everything at once-his country, profession, family; the believer belongs to no city on earth but to the heavenly Jerusalem.

I knew such a woman once, She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing, She knew how to shine.

I am proud of my connections to Carolina and pleased to know that some results from a lifetime of work on television, film, stage and recordings will have a permanent home in Chapel Hill.

... the daily world exists because we know how to hold its images; consequently, if one drops the attention needed to maintain those images, the world collapses

I got on the high school speech team and everyday I would get up in front of the class and just start talking.

I can't write story-songs, like I couldn't write a Bob Dylan or Tom Waits song. I can only write whatever weird phrases come into my head, and hope that they're good.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

One thing I gained in my life is just the need for more Jesus in my life. You never come to a place in your walk with Jesus where you feel like you've had enough. That's a dangerous feeling to have.

I desperately want children. I want like four of them. But I will never have them, I mean at least with the current circumstances, living with my boyfriend.

We haven't figured out a way to get sensors that can discriminate between decoys and warheads. The technology doesn't exist yet.

Being, not doing, is my first joy.