It is in the act of admitting our weaknesses that we are showing our strength.

What is life but God's daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps.

A horizon on the road of hope is nothing more than a starting point for the next horizon.

It would seem that the belief that ‘everything is bad’ won’t quit dogging us until we’ve unconditionally surrendered the belief that ‘anything might be good.’ And if what is ‘bad’ fears what is ‘good’ to that degree, then I am left with the assumption that good left alive will eventually leave bad less than alive.

I don’t know if anyone really believes that they’re invincible. Rather, I think that it’s a wish that’s been mistaken for a fact.

Faith acts today on what it is convinced will arrive tomorrow.

Obedience that does not have faith in that to which it is being obedient will mouth the words, but it will never walk the road.

Hope crushed is never hope killed.

We must always remember that the darkness might hide everything, but it eliminates nothing.