It was men who stopped slavery. It was men who ran up the stairs in the Twin Towers to rescue people. It was men who gave up their seats on the lifeboats of the Titanic. Men are made to take risks and live passionately on behalf of others.

A man needs a much bigger orbit than a woman. He needs a mission, a life purpose, and he needs to know his name. Only then is he fit for a woman, for only then does he have something to invite her into.

What strikes me about Jesus is that he is a remarkably true person; he never changes his personality to fit in with whatever crowd he finds himself. He is simply himself, and he never plays to his audience.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

But a wound unfelt is a wound unhealed.