Wishes don’t change the world. Only actions will do that job.

God is willing to help you with the rain if only you can sow your crops.

Do something purposeful and wise so that when God sent his blessings, they will fall on it.

If you leave your soil untilled, you will not benefit from God’s rain. Even if God pours down a heavy rainfall, it will only grow weeds on your land.

There is no medal for the best beggar of the world. Nobody celebrates beggars.

No amount of blessings can benefit you if you don’t take the first step

If you don’t fight for your dreams, you won’t earn anything. If you don’t anything, you will beg for everything.

When you receive what you begged for, it only lasts for a short time. But what you build day after day will stay on for posterity to meet. Be a world changer and work out your dreams.

Success if yours. Ask for it, stand for it, fight for it and go for it. After you are done, give thanks for it.

There is no excuse to give for being a beggar. We all have imaginations to work out our dreams. Work yours out.

Hard work is never a punishment. If you see it so, you may not do it with the right attitude.

Now, my friend, I beg you to consider that this blindness and unyielding hardness is the very core of your iniquity, and to be convinced that you are thus blind and stupid is true conviction of sin.

Beauty is a radiance that orginates from within.

I just want to go back to rockin', but I'm uncertain as to what to actually do. The truth is, I never stopped thinking about rock'n'roll for a second that I'm on holiday.

You sell yourself. The part that I sell is the creature. The adorable part.

It is better to have had your wish than to have wish you had.

We are not capable of producing a concept of time that is at once cosmological, biological, historical and individual

the path of goodness had a name it is called Love in it we find the key to every hope and has it's root in God Himself

The work of a science blogger is largely comprised of correcting and criticizing bad science news reporting.

The leaf, still green, must someday fall such grief and joy to live at all.

Do you know out of what the German Empire arose? Out of dreams, songs, fantasies and black-red-gold ribbons? Bismarck merely shook the tree that fantasies had planted.