If we constantly focus on the stones in our mortal path, we will almost surely miss the beautiful flower or cool stream provided by a loving Father who outlined our journey.

Imperfect people are all god has ever had to work with. That must be terribly frustrating to him, but he deals with it. So should we.

The Church is not a monastery for the isolation of perfect people. It is more like a hospital provided for those who wish to get well.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

Above all, never lose faith in your Father in Heaven, who loves you more than you can comprehend.

God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.

God expects you not simply to face the future; He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities.

Pure Christlike love flowing from true righteousness can change the world.

And if those children are unresponsive, maybe you can't teach them yet, but you can love them. And if you love them today, maybe you can teach them tomorrow.

The work of a mother is hard, too often unheralded work. Please know that it is worth it then, now, and forever.

Don't give up when the pressure mounts. Face your doubts. Master you fears.

There's truths you have to grow into.

I believe what you believe and you believe what you believe and we'll agree to disagree. It's liberal tolerance meets dark ages denialism. It's very hip right now.

A first-rate organizer is never in a hurry. He is never late. He always keeps up his sleeve a margin for the unexpected.

If there's a simple, easy design principle that binds everything together, it's probably about starting with the people.

People always want to pin yesterday's news on you, as opposed to asking you what you're going to do for the future, what you're doing today.

Enjoy what you have, live in the moment, focus on things you can change and ignore the rest.

In poetry, rhythm is a priority above everything else.

What plethora of material goods can possibly atone for a waking life so humanly belittling, if not degrading, as the push-button tasks left to human performers?

Just think of what Woodrow Wilson stood for: he stood for world government. He wanted an early United Nations, League of Nations. But it was the conservatives, Republicans, that stood up against him.

When men set out to kill and bully, they dress up. Suit of armor. Combat boots. Uniform.