If my fondest desires do not exceed my greatest abilities, it may be that what I’ve desired is not to desire.

Maybe we don’t ever feel that sweetly untainted and wholly majestic kind of love that takes every longing captive because we are hopelessly entangled in the illogical fear that despite all of love’s grand goodness, it might not be good enough to keep us safe.

We will understand the depth of our vision when at some point we are finally faced with the price we must pay to achieve it. And when the price comes calling, most visions end up falling.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

My definition of success is not based on achieving the impossible, but rather surviving the probable. And with a threshold that horribly low, simple survival cannot help but become my highest aspiration.

Great things are born of common people who understand that to bend to the weight of fear is to crush the dream, but to bend to the weight of the dream is to crush the fear. And it is adhering to the former that keeps them ‘common,’ but it is committing to the latter that renders them entirely ‘uncommon.

If your dream doesn't scare you, it's not big enough.

When my vision is numbed by apathy and narrowed by mediocrity, I can stand in the presence of great things and fail to see even the smallest of things.

To lust for something is desire turned selfish and gone mad. To embrace God’s passion is desire turned selfless and gone mindful.