The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.

I feel it is time that I also pay tribute to my four writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.

Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?

Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.