But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing...and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job.

The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.

To fight with demons, your intent must be pure. And even then, there's no guarantee you'll win.

When we prepare not our hearts for the things of God, evil things take over.

LIfe is just a game of chance, a dance with fate if you let it be so. Or you could chose to play by your rules to win.

You cannot force things apart that are bound at the heart.