By choosing comfort we are in the very same decision choosing to miss every great thing in life, and that thought should be anything but comforting.

Mediocrity is a path cleared by fear, leveled by apathy and paved by comfort.

The goal of comfort is at the self-same time the abandonment of great accomplishments.

Every advancing step I take toward my goal of comfort is yet another retreating step I take away from God's goal of the impossible.

Comfort is not a goal that I seek, rather it is a place that I hide.

I might define a ‘journey’ as something that life itself calls me to. And I might then define a ‘trip’ as something I create to avoid a journey by mimicking a journey. And while fear is most certainly part and parcel of both, the latter is emboldened by fear while the former surrenders to it.