More often than not, the greatest opposition to my dreams isn’t something that stands in front of me. Rather, it’s something that resides within me.

Unless dreams are carried from the whimsy of imagination to demands of reality, they will die in the catacombs of ‘what could be.

In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.

Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

The only way to achieve a dream worth dreaming is to accept the reality that each victory that we experience along the way will be preceded by innumerable failures chronically deep and frequently painful. And our ability to deal with these realities are certain to test both the merit of our dream and the depth of our commitment to it.

If you dreamt it, it was worth your time to dream it. If it was worth your time to dream it, then it’s worth your life to build it. And if it’s worth your life to build it, build more than one.

The exhaustion of the climb evidences the fact that we’re climbing. Therefore, I don’t ever wish to be exhausted by being exhausted.

The amount of energy that I possess always falls wincingly short of the size of my dreams. Therefore, such a horribly frustrating contradiction has driven me to the singular conviction that the only dreams that God has given me are the dreams that cannot be achieved without Him.

Without the height of the peak and the depth of our commitment to scale it, we will spend the whole of our lives viewing our dreams from the bottom looking up.