We did not happen to be--we were chosen by God to exist.

Sometimes my worst day - one filled with pain and suffering - in the eyes of God, is my best day if I've born it cheerfully and I've born it with love.

Our minds are so undisciplined that our doubts rule our lives and we don't master our imagination - it masters us.

We are all called to be great saints, don't miss the opportunity.

I guess that is what dying must be like; to be finished and to be able to look back at the struggles of life, and know that God was your constant companion.

Where most men work for degrees after their names, we work for one before our names: 'St.' It's a much more difficult degree to attain. It takes a lifetime, and you don't get your diploma until you're dead.

Remember, vote for life. It may be your own.