I did a lot of strange things. But I am a bad Catholic that's for sure. Although I think it's difficult to believe in evil.
You don't measure your maturity by comparing yourself with others. You judge maturity by comparing yourself to Jesus.
God, make me a man with thick skin and a soft heart. Make me a man who is tough and tender. Make me tough so I can handle life. Make me tender so I can love people. God, make me a man.
Worry is worthless. It can't change the past or control the future. It only spoils the moment.
If your friends never make you uncomfortable. You don't have friends. You have fans.
Would your city weep if your church did not exist?
Is Jesus a Saviour who saves you, or is he an assistant who helps you save yourself?
That’s one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thing’s real, it just lives. All the attendant hoopla about it, the success over it or the critical rejection—none of that really matters. In the end, the thing will survive or not on its own merits. Not that immortality via art is any big deal. Truffaut died, and we all felt awful about it, and there were the appropriate eulogies, and his wonderful films live on. But it’s not much help to Truffaut.
Film's hard when you don't have any relationship with the director at all and you just show up. Then you really are just a gun for hire.
An interest in the brain requires no justification other than a curiosity to know why we are here, what we are doing here, and where we are going.
Because I work with entrepreneurs who own businesses, I have found Doug Tatum's No Man's Land to be a really helpful body of working knowledge. It's very applicable to most businesses that have the usual problems of growing businesses - managing people, capital, markets, etc.