If, in the quiet of your heart, you feel something should be done, stop and consider whether it is in line with the character and teaching of Jesus. If so, obey that impulse to do it, and in doing so you will find it was God guiding you.”

Eric Liddell

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

Corrie Ten Boom

Corrie ten Boom’s life (1892–1983) demonstrated the fruit of the light and pointed to the true light of the world. She grew up in a Dutch Calvinist home that enthusiastically pursued compassion for others. In her twenties, she started youth clubs that served people with intellectual disabilities. Her parents also helped board children of Dutch missionaries to Indonesia. 

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He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

Galileo

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.

Teddy Roosevelt

At my signal, unleash hell!

Maximus, movie Gladiator

Commitment without reflection is fanaticism in action, though reflection without commitment is the paralysis of all action.

John Mackay

“I would like to buy $3 worth of God please, not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don’t want enough of him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the eternal in a paper sack. I would like to buy $3 dollars worth of God please.”

Wilbur Rees