A life that chooses not to grow is a life that died long before it ever lived.

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.

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

Comfort is a stance of avoidance rather than the pursuit of excellence.

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.

If in fact it’s not too late to realize that something’s ‘too late’, then there’s a good chance that it’s not.