Death is a confirmation of the believer's creed. For the skeptic it is discovery, immense and late.

A passion to obey Christ is born out of our relationship with him. The more we love him, the more we want him to be a part of our affairs.

Define your times. Treasure your calling. Pray without ceasing. The terrors of the age are less than the grandeur of the Christ within you.

Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame.

We must look to Mary's example to know how to deal with the glorious impossibilities of God. Look how she turned the world upside down by making one simple statement.

It is not such a fiercesome thing to lead once you see your leadership as part of God's overall plan for His world.

The world is poor because her fortune is buried in the sky and all her treasure maps are of the earth.

Love is substance; Lust, illusion. Only in the surge of passion do the two mingle in confusion.

With love that knew no fear, the Singer caught his torment, wrapped it all in song and gave it back to him as peace.

Beware, O earth, the prophet who claims to know the time but never wears a watch.

Imagination must constantly run on a new track or it becomes lifeless. A living imagination is essential to prayer.

I wish I could recommend the experience of not being killed to everyone.

Most people dont understand the process. They get frustrated by it. Dont Be. Focus

Even the least of our activities ought to have some end in view.

I'm a comedian, for God's sake. Viewers shouldn't trust me. And you know what? They're hip enough to know they shouldn't trust me. I'm just doing stand-up comedy.

There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.

Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.

. . . rock and roll, as I see it, is the ultimate populist art form, democracy in action, because it's true: anybody can do it.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

In my last I contended that none of those ties which are necessary to bind a people together and make them one, existed between the colonists and Mexicans.