If I can’t quite figure out what an ego is, all I have to do is look for the thing that’s killing itself in the very act of feeding itself.

Jesus was born into a feeding trough that nourished the bodies of animals so that He could feed the souls of men.

Hate feeds on itself, while love will always find itself fed.

I’m not the author of my fears, but I sure feed them really well.

The ego is the thing that kills itself out of the effort to feed itself while telling itself that neither is true.

An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.