Importunate praying is the earnest inward movement of the heart toward God.

Four things let us ever keep in mind: God hears prayer, God heeds prayer, God answers prayer, and God delivers by prayer.

All God's plans have the mark of the cross on them, and all His plans have death to self in them.

He who is too busy to pray will be too busy to live a holy life. Satan had rather we let the grass grow on the path to our prayer chamber than anything else.

It is necessary to iterate and reiterate that prayer, as a mere habit, as a performance gone through by routine or in a professional way, is a dead and rotten thing.

Prayer honors God, acknowledges His being, exalts His power, adores His providence, secures His aid.

Prayer succeeds when all else fails

If God is not first in our thoughts and efforts in the morning, He will be in the last place the remainder of the day.

God shapes the world by prayer. The more prayer there is in the world the better the world will be, the mightier the forces of against evil

Prayer is not learned in a classroom but in the closet.

We regard prayer no longer as a duty which must be performed, but rather as a privilege which is to be enjoyed, a rare delight that is always revealing some new beauty.

While science can be many things, above all it is a way for our mistake-making, illusion-prone, storytelling brains to compare different methods for describing nature.

Just been poisoned by my gran. Nothing says Christmas better than familicide and anaphylactic shock.

You are a story worthy of being told, A person made to be loved, With a life meant to be lived.

The Booker 2011 is of no more interest to me than the world heavyweight championship, which I'm not going to win either. It's irrelevant.

When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.

I am very fulfilled in my home life, and what films do for me is to create an ironclad structure that, in my life as a mom, does not exist. It is a shapeless blob of happy chaos.

In a great nation, the majority are incapable of judging wisely of things.

I was barely in grade school when I helped my mother rearrange the living room furniture for the first time.

Taste classifies, and it classifies the classifier

Everyone including YOU suffers when you refuse to BE all & DO all you can.