If a man is ever to find out who he is and what he is here for, he has got to take that journey for himself. He has got to get his heart back.

The story of your life is the story of the long and brutal assault on your heart by the one who knows what you could be and fears it.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

Deep in his heart, every man longs for a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue.

The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.

Security is not found in the absence of danger, but in the presence of Jesus.

Faith looks back and draws courage; hope looks ahead, and keeps desire alive.

She is the crescendo, the final, astonishing work of God. Woman. In one last flourish creation comes to a finish with Eve. She is the Master's finishing touch.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

Caring for our own hearts isn't selfishness; it's how we begin to love.

A man's calling is written on his true heart, and he discovers it when he enters the frontier of his deep desires.

Where you are running to is not the answer, who is with you is the power.

(F)iction is...what ought to have been, not what actually was. At least, not exactly.

Sometimes I just wonder.Do we believe that God revolves around us?Or, do we believe that we revolve around God?These are staggering questions.

Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

I think about and consider God's feelings before the people's or even my own.

Avarice, the spur of industry.

He [said of one or other eminent colleagues] is a very busy man, and half of what he publishes is true, but I don't know which half.

It is one of history's ironies that Communism, advertised as a classless society, tended to breed a privileged class of feudal proportions.

Life as we know it is a death sentence.

The damnable thing about bad art is that the insincerity which lies at its roots is not perceived by the artist himself.