Turn your car into a monastery.

The surest sign that God is alive in you is joy.

The minute you walk outside of your church on Sunday you're in mission territory.

Love is not a sentiment or feeling. Love is actively willing the good of the other.

The cross is Jesus going into the very lair of death. He goes to meet head-on that which frightens us the most. And what does He do? He battles it. He engages it. And finally he conquers it.

Begin with the beautiful, which leads you to the good, which leads you to the truth.

The ego-drama is nothing compared with the theo-drama. The fun begins when we let God write our stories.

Beauty is the arrowhead of evangelization, the point with which the evangelist pierces the minds and hearts of those he evangelizes.

Your faith will grow only in the measure that you give it away.

We are exceptionally good at seeing the faults in others and exceptionally adept at ignoring the faults in ourselves.

We have laws against polluting our rivers but not against polluting our minds.

The nicest veterans in Schenectady, I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated war the most, were the ones who'd really fought.

If opposites attract why is the church trying so hard to mirror the world?

We let our blessings get mouldy, and then call them curses.

The very reason for the First Amendment is to make the people of this country free to think, speak, write and worship as they wish, not as the Government commands.

Mass society has displaced real community, where people function together and account for their own lives.

Adrian suddenly made an abrupt turn onto a side street we'd nearly driven past. I jerked upright as he clipped the curb. "What are you doing? Think about your tires!

Actually, I didn't study photography at first. I went to school for painting my first year, poetry my second year, graphic design my third and fourth year, and photography my fifth.

A related advantage of mission oriented ideas, is that you yourself will be dedicated to them.

Would have. Could have. Should have. This is the language of condemnation underscored by the passivity of regret. It’s a dead language. The thing is, you can’t un-sin. You can only repent.

I work out, but not like I should.