Your mission in life is to determine what you believe--not to accept what someone else tells you to believe.

As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina – and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.

The mind can't delete what the heart won't let go of.

Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.

Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul... and life goes on.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

It matters not what you fight but what you fight for.

My parents sacrificed so much for all of us. It makes me want to give back to them by being the best I can be.

Lord Salisbury and myself have brought you back peace--but a peace I hope with honour.

I know so few people who actually give music their undivided attention, so I've been trying to just park myself on the couch between the speakers and listen.

I don't understand the difficulty, people; Love your brother, treat him as an equal.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

A work of art is worth what someone will pay for it.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

The future's comin' at ya' like a freight train.

Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice?