Our goals should stretch us bit by bit. So often when we think we have encountered a ceiling, it is really a psychological or experiential barrier that we have built ourselves. We built it and we can remove it.

We can be walking witnesses and standing sermons to which objective onlookers can say a quiet amen.

So much depends, therefore, upon our maintaining gospel perspective in the midst of ordinariness, the pressures of temptation, tribulation, deprivation, and the cares of the world.

In the economy of Heaven, God does not send thunder if a still, small voice is enough, or a prophet if a priest can do the job.

The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched.

It is not the years but the changes that make us grow.

No love is ever wasted. Its worth does not lie in reciprocity.