True love BLOOMS when we care more about another person than we care about ourselves.

Imperfect people are all god has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to him, but he deals with it. So should we.

The Church is not a monastery for the isolation of perfect people. It is more like a hospital provided for those who wish to get well.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

Above all, never lose faith in your Father in Heaven, who loves you more than you can comprehend.

God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.

God expects you not simply to face the future; He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities.

Pure Christlike love flowing from true righteousness can change the world.

And if those children are unresponsive, maybe you can't teach them yet, but you can love them. And if you love them today, maybe you can teach them tomorrow.

The work of a mother is hard, too often unheralded work. Please know that it is worth it then, now, and forever.

Don't give up when the pressure mounts. Face your doubts. Master you fears.

A brave girl! And a unique one. The best that I have ever met in my life.

You can't solve problems with the same thinking that caused them.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

The moose is singularly grotesque and awkward to look at. Why should it stand so high at the shoulders? Why have so long a head? Why have no tail to speak of?

When children are loved, they live off trust; their bides and hearts open up to those who respect and love them, who understand and listen to them.

The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it.

Every single day I wake up and commit to myself to becoming a better player.

I'd rather be dead than singing "Satisfaction" when I'm forty-five.

Who are we to trust if not our family?