The world is not to be put in order, the world is order incarnate. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.

When we blame, we give away our power.

Coming out of BYU's football spring, 1999, practice: We might have a chance to be pretty good.

Deeds, not stones, are the true monuments of the great.

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

The true gentleman is subtly poised between an inner tact and an outer defense.

Well, that beats a jab in the eye with a sharp stick.

Value is the most invincible and impalpable of ghosts, and comes and goes unthought of while the visible and dense matter remains as it was.

It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it.

Commemoration of Amy Carmichael, Founder of the Dohnavour Fellowship, 1951 How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.

I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: To rise above the little things.

When I was a small boy growing up in Kansas, a friend of mine and I went fishing and as we sat there in the warmth of a summer afternoon on a riverbank we talked about what we wanted to do when we grew up. I told him that I wanted to be a real major-league baseball player, a genuine professional like Honus Wagner. My friend said that he'd like to be President of the United States. Neither of us got our wish.

Humility, that low, sweet root, From which all heavenly virtues shoot.

When you see a man in distress, recognize him as a fellow man.

It was a hug that said you're not alone. It was a hug that, just when I thought all my strength was used up, and I couldn't go on, renewed me.

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?

Love is the greatest thing that God can give us; for Himself is love: and it is the greatest thing we can give to God; for it will also give ourselves, and carry with it all that is ours. The apostle calls it the band of perfection; it is the old, and it is the new, and it is the great commandment, and it is all the commandments; for it is the fulfilling of the Law. It does the work of all the graces without any instrument but its own immediate virtue. For as the love of sin makes a man sin against all his own reason, and all the discourses of wisdom, and all the advices of his friends, and without temptation and without opportunity, so does the love of God: it makes a man chaste without the laborious arts of fasting and exterior disciplines, temperate in the midst of feasts, and is active enough to choose it without any intermedial appetites, and reaches at glory through the very heart of grace, without any other aims but those of love. It is a grace that loves God for Himself, and our neighbors for God. The consideration of God's goodness and bounty, the experience of those profitable and excellent emanations from Him, may be, and most commonly are, the first motive of our love; but when we are once entered, and have tasted the goodness of God, we love the spring for its own excellency, passing from passion to reason, from thanking to adoring, from sense to spirit, from considering ourselves to union with God: and this is the image and little representation of heaven; it is beatitude in picture, or rather the infancy and beginning of glory.

No trumpet-blast profound The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn.

The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbour.