How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge! They gnaw away at themselves constantly, and they have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.

Start being brave about everything. Drive out darkness and spread light. Don’ look at your weaknesses. Realize instead that in Christ crucified you can do everything.

You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.

Preach the Truth as if you had a million voices. It is silence that kills the world.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

To the servant of God... every place is the right place, and every time is the right time.

A soul cannot live without loving. It must have something to love, for it was created to love.

Nothing great is ever achieved without much enduring.

It is only through shadows that one comes to know the light.

He will provide the way and the means, such as you could never have imagined. Leave it all to Him, let go of yourself, lose yourself on the Cross, and you will find yourself entirely.

My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.

I don't walk into the lab in the morning thinking, 'I am a woman, and I will carry out an experiment that will conquer the world.' I am a scientist, not male or female. A scientist.

Women in leadership cannot cry without raising a storm of commentary.

Love is a positive, symbiotic, reciprocal flow between two or more entities.

Attack another's rights and you destroy your own.

Quantity of material production can only be a means to a further end, not an end in itself.

I don't think that we're limiting talent. I think if I could reverse the clock a little bit, there would have been more kind coverage among female journalists for what I was doing.

What the American worker needs is more of what WalMart offers and less of what the government offers.

Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me. “Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar. “Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.

I’m a capitalist, not a corporatist. I’m not someone who believes we should be bailing out corporations whether their auto industries, or banks.