Heroes rarely look the way we draw them in our minds: attractive, imposing figures with rippling muscles and strong chins. More times than not they are humble beings, small and flawed. It is only their spirits that are beautiful and strong.

There are far too many people for us to think about each of them during our short stay on earth—like the thousands of books in a library we haven’t time to read in an afternoon. But this is no excuse to cease browsing. For every now and then, we find that one book that reaches us deep inside and introduces us to ourselves. And, in someone else’s story, we come to understand our own.

Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.

Some men see mountains as obstacles. Others as a canvas.

The truest grace is not to forgive, but to have never found fault.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.