Doing the right thing may come with enormous cost. However, the cost of not doing the right thing will cost me myself. And that is not a price that any of us can afford to pay.

Liberty isn’t free, despite the fact that we ‘freely’ disregard that fact.

My great-grandfather fought in the Civil War. And such was the carnage that he never spoke of it right up to his dying day. Therefore, we might consider that it was the sacrifices that he witnessed, and the pain of comrades lost that he carried to his own grave that are but a tiny part of the inestimable price paid for the liberties that we abuse.

I pretend to give gifts that people pretend to be gifts so that I can pretend that I gave something that actually cost me something. And what pretending or this sort gives me is the gift of a pretend life.

It was His love for us that cost Him everything. And that is the essence of Christmas that should be the substance of our lives.

The cost of success is that I must be willing to fail far more times than I succeed, which is why so few of us are successful.

Easter is the invulnerable tale of utter selflessness where at an inestimable cost God did for us what He did not need done for Himself. And that kind of ‘doing’ happens every day.

Revenge errantly assumes that people can hurt others at no cost to themselves.

I am likely to fail if I have determined the cost as too high or my intelligence as too low. Yet, if I think about it, the real failure rests in believing either of these to be true.