At sixteen I was stupid, confused, insecure and indecisive. At twenty-five I was wise, self- confident, prepossessing and assertive. At forty-five I am stupid, confused, insecure and indecisive. Who would have supposed that maturity is only a short break in adolescence?

Christ died for our sins. Dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not committing them?

Getting out of bed in the morning is an act of false confidence.