We fail to say the right words, because we choose to say the wrong words! We choose to say the wrong words, because we fail to think about the right words!

He who neglects the true Sovereign God neglects his own true authority and freedom!

It is never wrong to inspire, for Jesus Christ became an inspiration to many who had been given the tag of condemnation

Our ultimate finishing line in life is death! Whilst you have life, work hard and trust God!

Not all things are eligible to make you unhappy

The day hope shall die, perplexity shall kill so many people. In so far as hope is alive, keep hoping!

Most times and in most circumstances, what hinders real progress is never anything big, but the small things we least regard that impede real thinking and action for progress!

Life is cold, but I will put on my clothes and wear my shoes

Religion means peace! Faith means understanding!

A daily conviction that Jesus Christ is alive draws our hearts closer to Him to believe that He is alive to work in our lives!

Do the small things with a great and a clean heart, even out of your least, and you never did a small thing at all, for the heart defines it all!

In my time first cousins did not meet like strangers. But we are learning modesty from the Americans, and old English ways are too gross for us.

It is your existential responsibility to raise your child as a human being above everything else – catholic, muslim, jew, asian, caucasian or whatever.

It's the same old story. A man came like the beautiful wind, left like a destructive storm.

Better not to plant seeds of selfishness than try to eradicate them once they have grown into giant weeds. (91)

The minute a person whose word means a great deal to others dare to take the open-hearted and courageous way, many others follow.

Self-acceptance begins in infancy, with the influence of your parents and siblings and other important people.

Listen carefully to what country people call mother wit. In those homely sayings are couched the collective wisdom of generations.

I'll never get used to living without Mo, but the painful things that surround what happened to him aren't so painful any more - not so raw or so new.

Black Friday is a media trap, an orchestrated mass hallucination based on herd dynamics and the media cycle.

It is the sense of unfamiliar envelopment that is impressive, whether in the living grays of hoarfrost, the crimson of the heavens at sunset, or the golden suffusions of autumn.