...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.

There's looking and there's looking. When some men look at you it's a greasy thing. It makes you want to have a bath. With other men it's nice. It helps you know you're beautiful.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

Michael Jackson is part of my heart. We would do anything for each other.

We need to wage this war against ISIS from the air, on the ground, and online, in cyberspace.

Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.

Natural gas is a bridge fuel. But it's not a bridge - it's a gangplank. It's either a bridge in space or a bridge in time. The bridge in time we don't need. We have renewable technology right now.

Poverty consist in feeling poor.

The most successful exploiter is the one who makes others feel that he or she has their best interests at heart.

Teach him how you will, a pig will never play the flute.

Talking about muscles. They're like pets basically. They're not worth it. You have to feed them all the time and take care of them, and if you don't, they just go away. They run away.