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A man's worth isn't measured by a bank register or diploma... It's about integrity

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

At one time in my career, Barnes and Noble bookstores categorized my books as religious fiction.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves.

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.

Can you ever forgive me? I already have. How could you? I don't deserve it. That's what makes it love.

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli

Commitment to a plan or thought carries with it a force that can influence the unconscious mind and bring about the desired effect. In other words, once we decide to have something, the mind unconsciously begins to create the reality necessary to bring to pass what we desire.

Denial, perhaps, is a necessary human mechanism to cope with the heartaches of life.

...even the most horribl e of nightmares is laced with the promise of dawn.

Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

Everyone has problems. It's how you choose to deal with them. Some people choose to be whiners some choose to be winners. Some choose to be victims some choose to be victors.

Everyone has some inner power that awaits discovery.

Feelings can be like wild animals-we underrate how fierce they are until we've opened their cage

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.

...for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.

From our first babblings to our last word, we make but one statement, and that is our life.

Heroes rarely look the way we draw them in our minds: attractive, imposing figures with rippling muscles and strong chins. More times than not they are humble beings, small and flawed. It is only their spirits that are beautiful and strong.

Humanity is always looking for the next great world, the next frontier. I wonder how different this world would be if we were content with where we were.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

I am facing the most difficult thing of my life, my own greatest failure.

I believe that in spite of the chains we bind ourselves with, there's a primordial section of the human psyche that is still nomadic and still yearns to roam free.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

If God came to save the world, why are so many of His professed followers intent on damning it?

If the errors of my life have profited me one great truth it is this: believe. Believe in your destiny and the star from which it shines. Believe you have been sent from God as an arrow pulled from his own bow. It is the single universal trait which the great of this earth have all shared, while the shadows are fraught with ghosts who roam the winds with mournful wails of regret on their lips. Believe as if your life depended upon it, for indeed it does.

If you passed me walking home from school, you probably wouldn't even notice me. That's because I'm just a kid like you. I go to school like you. I get bullied like you. Unlike you, I live in Idaho. Don't ask me what state Idaho is in––news flash––Idaho IS a state. ~Michael Vey

I have a penchant for fresh notebooks and mechanical pencils. It seems every time I go to the store, I buy a new notebook. I have dozens of them just sitting around.

I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.

I have learned a great truth of life. We do not succeed in spite of our challenges and difficulties, but rather, precisely because of them.

I love when I can reboot people when they are being mean to others.

I'm a humble guy, okay?

In the beginning, I had considered these stops on my journey as interruptions - but I'm coming to understand that perhaps these detours are my journey.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

I see people getting so caught up in celebrating diversity that they are neglecting their commonality. I don't see this as a good thing. The Chinese culture has survived for more than five thousand years in part because the Chinese have embraced the same language and culture. I hope I am wrong about this, and that the flame is still on beneath the great American melting pot. Americans need each other, and a house divided, no matter the color of its occupants, is still divided. And divided we all fall.

I suppose I have an active imagination, and writing allows me to live it out.

It has been a mistake living my life in the past. One cannot ride a horse backwards and still hold its reins.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.

It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.

It is often during the worst of times that we see the best of humanity–awakening within the most ordinary of us that which is most sublime. I do not believe that it is circumstance that produces such greatness any more than it is the canvas that makes the artist. Adversity merely presents the surface on which we render our souls’ most exacting likeness. It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

It's almost as difficult to believe that someone with so many trials could harbor such hope, as that there are those with so much advantage who harbor such hopelessness.

It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.