We absolutely must battle with every bit of determination we can muster to root out the harm that would warp the souls and spirits of children in our world.

Every child you encounter is a divine appointment.

I have become convinced that if God stands a child before you, for even just a minute, it is a divine appointment.

Joy is a decision, a really brave one, about how you are going to respond to life.

If we nurture the dreams of children, the world will be blessed. If we destroy them, the world is doomed!

Just know this: What you will do among children is as close to the heart of God and central to his kingdom as anything we could mention.

Nurturing a child’s sense of personal worth and therefore hope and dreams for a wonderful future is perhaps the most important responsibility of every grownup in a child’s life.

If God places a child before you, and you are too busy to wield either a positive or negative influence...you just did the later! You communicated that the child doesn't matter and isn't important.

I spend half my time comforting the afflicated, and the other half afflicting the comfortable.

I’m convinced that one of the most powerful forces on earth is the prayer of a child.

So why is a third of our world battling obesity and spending huge sums to burn off excess calories, while the other two-thirds yearn to get more of them?

Nothing is so at odds with prayer as vanity.

Life is what you make it, taking chances based upon your intuition will give you the potential to live life to the full, bringing all your desires to life.

I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I came near!

I am not a painter, nor an artist. Therefore I can see straight, and that may be my undoing.

I'm battling cancer. It's another battle I intend to win.

Your comfort zone is your danger zone

Breaking a glass in the northwest is rather like belching in Arabia, for it appears to be done as a mark of appreciation or elation.

I think people really need to think what it's like to have all of society arrayed against you.

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.