the depth of a person's character is not measured by his or her physical strength, but by the depth of his or her nobility.

God does not waste an ounce of our pain or a drop of our tears; suffering doesn't come our way for no reason, and He seems especially efficient at using what we endure to mold our character. If we are malleable, He takes our bumps and bruises and shapes them into something beautiful.

These humans are only of flesh, of mud, and I suggest there is one force stronger than their zeal for God: their own self-righteousness! We will make them proud, pure in their own eyes, vindictive, unjust judges over each other, and stir up such a noise among them that the simplest prayer will not be uttered!

The claws of Truth were painful. The lies tore away like scabs, and John bled there for hours, stifling his cries of pain in the sleeve of his overcoat - the overcoat he'd received from his father.

The problem is, if you really want the Truth, then you have to have God along with it.

A little love and attention can go a long way...too bad more people don't realize that.

Staying alive is nice, but you can’t do that forever. It’s how you live the life you have while you have it.