You cannot honor God without honoring people first

The less you obey the Word of God, the more you distance yourself from God in the spiritual realm

God's intention is to transform your life, your promised land, and your nation, and to use you to bring back the earth to Himself, just as He is doing with us in Ukraine

The amount of money that a person has in his bank account is not determined by his starting capital but by his knowledge about money and his ability to manage it properly.

Our thinking makes our life.

The principles you know determines what you get

God chose to save you for a purpose

True respect respects all men, it values all people.

The world seems to have certain criteria with which it judges the value of people.

Every human being on earth is the same and our very being is crying out for same need.

Every man wants commendation, so do not just commend your boss, commend those who are under you.

Better a crust of black bread than a mountain of paper confections, Better a daisy in earth than a dahlia cut and gathered, Better a cowslip with root than a prize carnation without it

I had always been - everybody kind of likes comedy. I was very interested in comedy, beyond just liking it. I had friends that took apart radios; I wanted to take apart jokes.

Make of the Silence your to-do tasks, of the compassion your wealth and of the meditation your beggar's bowl.

I am such a bossy producer and such a control freak that there's a part of me that really longs to be bossed around.

If you're doing something you love, an hour feels like five minutes. If you're doing something that doesn't resonate with your spirit, five minutes feels like an hour.

Money is only unused power. The real purpose of wealth, after food, clothing and shelter, is philanthropy.

The '80s seem a real positive force. The '70s were deadening, in a lot of ways.

Let this be thy whole endeavor, this thy prayer, this thy desire,-that thou mayest be stripped of all selfishness, and with entire simplicity follow Jesus only.

Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.

Fishing, by its very nature, nourishes the imagination, feeding it with a potent fuel of hope and desire.