She had her image… and anything added to that would be mere verse-making. Something might come of it some day. In the meanwhile she had got her mood on to paper—and this is the release that all writers, even the feeblest, seek for as men seek for love; and, having found it, they doze off happily into dreams and trouble their hearts no further.

Perhaps your spirit is sour, cold, indifferent, and God asks what is wrong. He knows why you are like that, but He wants you to tell Him. He wants you to confess that you have feared and panicked, that you have questioned His purpose and plan for your life. You have doubted His Word and His promises, and you have failed to renew before God every day the anointing of His Spirit, so that you have become spiritually stale.

For a novelist, being 'too emotional' is often a good thing. The only thing you have to sell is your emotional experiences.

Easter is very important to me, it's a second chance.

In Latin America in general, it's very important that Christianity not be simply a thing of reason, but also of the heart.

Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

If art were to redeem man, it could do so only by saving him from the seriousness of life and restoring him to an unexpected boyishness.

Regardless of your past, your tomorrow is a clean slate.

Oh Lord, purify my soul from all its stains. Warm my heart with the love of thee, animate my sluggish nature and fix my inconstancy, and volatility, that I may not be weary in well doing.

Guard thy heart on this weak side, where most our nature fails.

Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow. There is nothing inorganic.

There is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.