Almost everyone thinks they are a good person, but the question you should be asking is, am I good enough to go to Heaven? How would you know?

I'm so happy and thankful I made it a point be a stay-at-home mom.

I figure this is my time - to relax, be with my family and have a normal life.

I'm always inspired by people who raise the bar, whether in their field of work, parenthood, or giving back.

When you lie there's always going to be a consequence. Lying never wins at the end.

Once I got my driver's license everybody treated me like I was an adult.

The cool thing about my profession is that I can do it until the day I die.

We can start by living by the Spirit while we stop following the heart of discontentment and doubt.

Once you find love, you find it. There isn't an age on love.

My husband and my children inspire me on a daily basis to be the best wife, mom, and woman I can be.

Am I good enough to go to Heaven?

If it's worth doing, it's worth doing poorly. (friend who is a priest said regarding prayer)

Increasingly, people feel as though they must have a reason for taking time alone, a reason not to be available.

The product that wins is the one that bridges customers to the future, not the one that requires a giant leap.

My rule was I wouldn't recruit a kid if he had grass in front of his house. That's not my world. My world has a cracked sidewalk.

The wise and good are outnumbered a thousand to one by the brutal and stupid.

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

We use up in the passions the stuff that was given us for happiness.

A linguist deaf to the poetic functions of language and a literary scholar indifferent to linguistics are equally flagrant anachronisms.

Peace cannot be achieved except after the cessation of military escalation and the economic and financial siege.