I don’t know that dreams die. I think it’s more that they are never born.

I want to stand on the foundation of ethics and morals when the world around me would assault that foundation with all of its collective might, and in the standing I want to stand on the truth that that foundation will stand long after everything that has assailed it has itself has ceased to stand.

It is in boldly unleashing our faith that we effectively leash our fears.

If your dream doesn't scare you, it's not big enough.

I will either adamantly prioritize my agendas at the expense of the truth, or I will consistently bring my agendas into unrelenting obedience to the truth. And if for some reason you’re trying to determine who I truly am, the choice I make will tell you.

I can live out the entirety of my days and never take a stand. Yet, if this is true, I have in fact never lived out my days. Rather, I died without living at all.

Why should I care when no one else does? For the simple reason that the most critical time to care is when no one else does.

Mediocrity is the companion of passivity and will not heed the call of great things. Courage is the companion of sacrifice and cannot help but heed the call of great things. And we are left of our own accord to choose one or the other.

The question of the fearful person is “who did it?” The question of the courageous person is “did I have a part in it?” The former is something of a witch-hunt. The latter is a hunt for a solution.