Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery

Wounding, at best, only temporarily releases pain.

No discipline [wounding or pruning] seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.

You're never a loser til you quit trying.

People are like tea bags—they never know their own strength until they get into hot water.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

Comfort and prosperity have never enriched the world as much as adversity has.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop: there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end.

How strange, that bad soil, if the gods send rain and sun, Bears a rich crop, while good soil, starved of what it needs, Is Barren; but mans nature is ingrained - the bad Is never anything but bad, and the good man Is good: misfortune cannot warp his character, His goodness will endure.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.