Though she never moved, she was more alive than I. In the light of her beauty and strength, I realized what I had lost. Because of fear, I had forfeited strength, life, and beauty. I had lost a sense of my true self, and with that loss so much of what God wanted for me was yet unrealized.

But don't imagine that always brave translates to never afraid.

There is one grand lie - that we are limited. The only limits we have are the limits we believe.

spiritual exercises whereby to conquer oneself, and order one's life, without being influenced in one's decision by any inordinate affection.

What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are.

Fear is not life-giving enough to sustain itself. We can move in the direction of fear only so long before it brings us to our knees, or to our end.

Truly, spiritual courage is on the endangered character-quality list.

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

The fate of the world rests on this one thing: our capacity to actualize our spiritual potential, and quickly.

One who conquers others is great, one who conquers the world is mighty, but one who conquers himself is divine.

Fear ends where love begins.

An ounce of love can overcome a mountain of fear.