When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?

Let nothing be said about anyone unless it passes through the three sieves: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.

It is great to be faced with the impossible, for nothing is impossible if one is meant to do it. Wisdom will be given, and strength. When the Lord leads, He always strengthens.

If you would live in victory . . . you must refuse to be dominated by the seen and the felt.

He said "Love...as I have loved you." We cannot love too much.

If you have never been hurt by a word from God, it is probably that you have never heard God speak.

Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.

All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates

Cruelty and wrong are not the greatest forces in the world. There is nothing eternal in them. Only love is eternal.

Discouragement is like a scorpion in your shoe

I'll practice as good as I can, but I know that I play even better, with the qualities I have - leadership, my ability to make something happen in games, winning.

The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.

Barack Obama presents as kind of a cool character, and I think that that's his natural personality.

I said (to Daniel Jones), 'You realise I'm always going to be The Guy From Savage Garden'. He said, 'How do you think I feel? I'm The Other One From Savage Garden!'

It is not that the university as such is against spiritual formation. It is just that often the university does not know how to integrate spiritual formation within its academic disciplines.

I'm going to stay active as long as I can politically, and with the Carter Center primarily, and if I'm able mentally and physically, will continue to be quite active.

I need you for a lot of things, Hardy. A lifetime's worth of things.

Seven days without laughter makes one weak.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. "Save them for my funeral," I'd said.