The tongue can cut deeper than the sword or heal faster than in the ward.

Don't let past mistakes make you lose hope of achieving good. Some of those with the worst past have made a great future for themselves.

‪So you've been having a tough time. You don't know how long more you can hold on. Remember bad days don't last forever. Keep patience alive!

Don't be distracted by the noise going on. Pause & reflect. You'll realize how much time you've wasted on all that nonsense around you.

He who disagrees with you could be correct whilst he who cheers you on could be making a mistake. Ponder.

My heart is too valuable to allow hatred and jealousy to rent a spot.

Check yourself often and correct your faults. Quit blaming others. Take responsibility for your own life. That's the only way you can grow!

Whatever you do, be gentle. People might have forgiven your harsh words but they may never forget how it stabbed their heart at that time!

Get up to pray in the dark when all are asleep and see how your path is lit and your life begins to shine.

A sincere call to the Almighty can change what you may have thought was impossible to change. Never lose hope.

Emotions are the road signs to your happiness.

Discipline yourself to be a disciple of great works and to do that excellently, you have to wave "bye-bye" to some things and then switch off your inner person not to go near them again!

Faith is not knowledge of what the mystery of the universe is but the conviction that there is a mystery and that it is greater than us.

God has nothing to say to the self-righteous.

You basically have to play everything (in New Orleans), because you're getting calls to play gigs of all different styles, from classical to R&B to funk; modern jazz to traditional jazz.

Somehow even a popular fallacy has an aspect of truth when it suits one's own case.

Don't try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. God opens millions of flowers everyday without forcing their buds

We do not birth our children into the world of nature. We birth our children into the world of culture.

He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.