While intellect might make a man ingenious, it is passion that keeps genius on its feet.

Sometimes you can have everything you want but fail to achieve anything you need.

I don’t know that our dreams died. Rather, I think that they were abandoned because that leaves us with the dream that maybe, in some nearly impossible way we can somehow still achieve the dream, for without a dream it us who dies.

If I were to eliminate all of the things that I ‘want,’ I would be left with all of the things that I ‘need.’ And inevitably, such an action would leave me standing before God caught up in the stunning realization that in Him is everything that I ‘want’ and all that I ‘need.’ And how is it that I could not ‘need’ God and ‘want’ both?

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

The romantic within us is a harbinger of our deepest desires.

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

What we seek is a reflection of what we will become if we happen to find it. Therefore, if what we seek is driven by the baseness of our greed, finding it might mean losing us.

Sometimes how high we can go depends on how low we have fallen, for it is in experiencing the depths that we finally become convinced of the heights.