It had long been an ambition to find the line of force that might lead to the Holy Land in the time of Christ.

Well, I was thinking this very thing. I was thinking: I am going to die today, but Jesu also died, so he knows how it is with me. And I was thinking, would he know me when I came to him? Yes! Sitting in his hall, he will see me sail into the bay, and he will run down to meet me on the shore; he will wade into the sea and pull my boat onto the sand and welcome me as his wayfaring brother. Why will he do this? Because he too has suffered, and he knows...HE KNOWS...Is that not good news?

People did not go jumping from one place to another with nothing in between. It simply did not happen.

Apart from pleasure, beauty also kindles imagination, hope and encouragement. If beauty ceased to exist, we would, in a very real sense, cease to exist--for we would be no longer who we are.

Words are worth little when the heart refuses to hear. Therefore, judge us by our works.

None of us ever knows what impact we have on the world around us.

Death wears many faces, but it’s stench is always the same.