If sacrifice is not the theme of my life, there’s no sense telling the story.

If I am not touching a life, I am not touching life.

The greatest dividends in life are those that we give away.

To my own demise, I rarely ask why I’m hungry because I’m focusing all of my energies on getting fed. And if I persist in such a diminishing cycle, in all probability I will eventually starve to death because I have chosen to gorge myself on the very things that will keep me empty.

Sacrifice” and “self” both begin with the same letter, but the spelling is way different after that.

If the baser instinct of rampant self-preservation adamantly refuses to surrender itself to the infinitely greater call of self-sacrifice, in attempting to save our lives we will have in reality completely destroyed our lives.