Whenever we submit our will to someone else’s opinion, a part of us dies

Nobody's going to force me to do something against my will. What do I owe anybody that I should submit my will to them?

The work is constant. There's a time for rest, but I don't believe in getting comfortable just because everyone says you've arrived.

If the entire week is a battlefield, reading the Bible is sort of like that parachute with the box of reserves that come in the middle of the war: food and water and the toothbrush and toilet paper.

I don't need anybody to market or promote me. If people don't want to hear this music, then it's not for them. You cannot please everybody.

Every time truth comes we hate it, because it's coming against our ego. Are you going to let the ego come between you and this person you love?

I know there are certain gifts that each of us have. The gifts you don't have to worry about so much, because God gave them to us. It's the living, it's the life, it's the now.