Greatness is born of ordinary men who decided to work extraordinarily hard.

The passion of one man will always outrun the intellect of a thousand others.

I incessantly look for water in wells dug by men, and I have drunk enough sand to prove it.

To seek the praise of men as our motivation is to abandon truly great things, for more often than not truly great things elicit the ire of men far more than they garner their praises.

What is ‘life,’ we ask?” The answer is quite simple. It is whatever’s left over after we’ve extracted the meddling of men.

We can walk to ‘nowhere’ and think that ‘nowhere’ is ‘somewhere.’ For such are the roads paved by men. Yet, the humility of a manger and the magnificence of a cross constructed a road to the ‘everywhere’ that forever abolished the ‘nowhere’ of men.

Why is it when I pursue the praises of men I find myself with everything that I’ve looked for but nothing that I need? That’s because I have an extraordinary habit of looking for the wrong thing in the wrong place.

I have yet to learn that I am not designed to carry the burden of men. Rather, I am designed to carry the love of God so that I might soothe the burden of men.