A father doesn't say, 'Don't go that way.' He says, 'ome follow me.'

Jesus sees our sin more clearly than anyone, yet He loves us more than anyone.

Our righteousness doesn't depend on our present performance but on Jesus' finished performance.

Be the same person privately, publically and personally.

Don't allow the opinions of other people to shape your concept of him. Get to know him yourself, and let the goodness of God change you from the inside out.

Sometimes our brains are our own worst enemy because grace isn't logical.

God is not in a hurry to fix us. Our behavior is not his first priority. We are his first priority. Loving us, knowing us, affirming us, protecting us. That is his top goal and his main concern.

Nowhere in the Bible, however, do we find God distinguishing between levels of sin. God doesn't share our rating system. To him, all sin is equally evil, and all sinners are equally lovable.

Notorious sinners didn’t kill Jesus. Religious people did.

What we do on Sunday absolutely doesn't matter unless it meets us on Monday. Changes us on Monday. Transforms us on Monday.

You don’t have to be good to be Jesus’s friend. You just have to be honest.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

Today it [high fructose corn syrup] is the most valuable food product refined from corn, accounting for 530 million bushels every year. (A bushel of corn yields 33 pounds of fructose)

Chandeliers are marvels of drop-dead showiness, the jewellery of architecture.

It is utterly false and cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.

Brands should think of themselves not as storytellers but storybuilders. We plant seeds of content and let our community build on it.

Tell me what you fear and I will tell you what has happened to you.

Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben’s reflexes had saved him. “Please stop doing that!” Ben barked. “Please keep doing that!” Hi warbled.

I'm not here to write a song for you, I'm here to help you write a song for yourself.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

It sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger.