A friend asks if I know the difference between a saint and a martyr: A saint is someone who radiates goodness and bears no faults. A martyr is someone who lives with a saint.
Love is not a feeling of happiness. Love is a willingness to sacrifice.
Granted that I must die, how shall I live?
We really feel happier when things look bleak. Hope is endurance. Hope is holding on and going on and trusting in the Lord.
Everything I do that I’m enthusiastic about. This is genuine enthusiasm. If I don’t – I mean I’ve done other projects that I have not been a fan of until I realized I was doing it and I wasn’t really there. And I don’t do those anymore.
To know oneself is to disbelieve utopia.
Marriage, the family unit, was the “original Department of Health, Education and Welfare.”
Even rock stars are entitled to privacy.
Don’t be afraid of anything. We’ve seen so much suffering and evil in the 20th century and we got through it. We can go on. God is with us. God will help us. Trust Him.
Our capacity for self-deception has no known limits.