Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate, but it is crafted hard by the hands of God.

Where there is no hope, there is Christmas. And where there is no Christmas, there is no hope.

With God, the impossible is not an obstacle but an invitation.

Faith is the most unexercised muscle known to man.

With God, the fear of failure is slain cold by success that is already hot on the way.