With God, a mountain is only a road waiting to happen.

Ignorance might be bliss, but it also has teeth.

Let me be strong, for to be anything else is to languish in the abyss of compromise and to descend to places of impoverishment so destitute that they will squelch my soul and crush my heart.

It would be wise to define ‘living’ as walking in the fullest expression of who I am, verses wallowing in the confines of who I’m not.

To ‘live’ is to realize that without the journey the destination is nothing more than a task rigorously completed rather than an experience riotously lived.

Eons ago, the creative genius of God foresaw that it would take the shattered pieces of my ‘yesterday’ to construct the sturdy portal to my ‘tomorrow.

We can hide a lot of stuff until God shows up, for when God shows up nothing is hidden, which includes both our embarrassment and His forgiveness.

Is safety the ‘dream’ that will kill all of my other ‘dreams?’ For the truth is, no ‘real’ dream is safe.

God would have us cherish even the smallest of blessings, for in taking a blessing for granted we are well on our way to taking it to its grave.

I can amass countless fortunes and yet stand with empty hands. I can seek God and have fortunes that fill countless hands.

Am I a storm-waster? For it is within the fury of the very storms within which I cower that I find resources for my growth that are entirely absent on calmer days.

Don't do nothing because you can't do everything. Do something. Anything.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.

True success is overcoming the fear of being successful.

Vendetta is the word, except it isn't strong enough.

I design for the working girl.

We are in the grip of a scientific materialism, caught in a vicious cycle where our security today seems to depend on regimentation and weapons which will ruin us tomorrow.

Each generation of pilots hopes that they will leave their profession better off than they found it.

We have a great dream. It started way back in 1776, and God grant that America will be true to her dream.

Bear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.' 'Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.

Every morning when I get up, I ask God what he wants me to do, ask him to lead me to the right people to help them.