By afflictions God is spoiling us of what otherwise might have spoiled us. When he makes the world too hot for us to hold, we let it go.

Love supposes, is, and does many things, but basically it is practiced in the act of sharing.

You have a unique message to deliver, a unique song to sing, a unique act of love to bestow. This message, this song, and this act of love have been entrusted exclusively to the one and only you.

God alone can make a man a believer. Our part is to accept or reject his initiative.

Growth is always a gradual process, a bridge slowly crossed and not a corner sharply turned.

Comparison is the death of true self-contentment.

Pain is a teacher from whom we can learn much.