It’s not the end if you’re too shy to say ‘I love you.’ It’s only the beginning; because you’re first meant to show it anyway.
Growing up I sometimes imagined that for Christ’s return perhaps He would appear as ‘Black Jesus’ to white people and ‘White Jesus’ to black people just to screw with the racists.
Pretentiousness isn’t always just big words and meaningless jargon, but also pretty words that either when put into action don’t mean beans or hurt you in the long run. Oftentimes, the former appeals to the intellect whereas the latter appeals to the heart.
For the case that one thinks he has plateaued in life, God has already set yet another peak for him to reach: and a much more challenging peak than his own, one that which is to serve others.
There are 2 kinds of artists, essentially: those who want to make something popular, and those who want to make something dignified. But then there is still that rare hybrid case, and perhaps by that unintentional stroke of genius, in which one’s work uncontrollably becomes both popular and dignified yet beyond its time.
The complete recipe for imagination is absolute boredom.
We are not as some people like to assume nowadays ‘just being real’ by embracing passively the sinful, fallen versions of ourselves. Quite the opposite really: our true selves were, from the beginning, intended to resemble the example which was then set by Christ Jesus; hence God wants to restore us to how we would have been had original sin never once befell.
After each of his books, the writer, for a while, feels once again that he can now die happy.
No man voluntarily expresses his opinion without some intent to make a difference, and even if he does, he shouldn’t.
Only the man who thinks himself a fool is as wise as he thinks.
Astray from a deep sleep chronic as I write by phonics, like insomnia I will always live the onyx night for revealing, and, upon it, still I’ll steal the bright light of day right away just to keep building at speeds hypersonic.
Even when the truth is in fact simple, simplicity is still relative.
On athleticism, God knows no favor. It seems rather he is in the business of teaching winners how to lose and losers how to win.
They say the crazies come out at night. I say the crazies come out during election year: Elections have the power to turn once seemingly normal people into certified loonies.
When enemies, the intellect and the heart only see one another as the hater and the fool.
What men classify as living is often but the discontentment of making oneself itch just to enjoy the scratch.
The best of fiction, as we know, of course, doesn’t tell the truth; it tales the truth.
Nothing amuses people more than a cocky guy who starts losing.
You are believing not in your god but in yourself if your god knows no better than you do... and yet, in this alone, I am afraid, you have already been fooling yourself.
It’s fallacious reasoning for the atheist to hate all religion due to men who manipulate religion to fit their own agendas. They are counterparts, therefore, if Truth is true, partners in crime. To believers, the atheist and the religiously corrupt boil down to the same person, the self-righteous: one denies Truth to fit his own agenda; the other manipulates Truth to fit his own agenda.