Each time you fall He'll pick you up. He knows your own efforts are never going to bring you anywhere near perfection

This is where men, even the trustiest, fail us. Their heart is never so wholly given to any matter but that some trifle of a meal, or a drink, or a sleep, or a joke, or a girl, may come in between them and it, and then (even if you are a queen) you'll get no more good out of them until they've had their way.

Love, in the Christian sense, does not mean an emotion. It is a state not of the feelings but of the will; that state of the will which we have naturally about ourselves, and must learn to have about other people.

You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.

For pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense.

In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.