I have sometimes wondered if the greatest desire of man is to be known and loved anyway.

I heard once that real love doesn't ask what is in it for me; it just gives unconditionally. It just tries to take the weight out of somebody else's pack, lessen his load, and if it gets reciprocated, that's great, but that isn't what you did it for.

Everybody wants to be somebody fancy. Even if they're shy.

Nothing is going to change in congo until you and i figure out what is wrong with the person inside the mirror

There are things you cannot understand, and you must learn to live with this. Not only must you learn to live with this, you must learn to enjoy this.

I'm not a pastor; I've never been on staff at a church.

What I’m saying is I think life is staggering and we’re just used to it. We all are like spoiled children no longer impressed with the gifts we’re given—it’s just another sunset, just another rainstorm moving in over the mountain, just another child being born, just another funeral.