“A pastor friend of mine said, "Our problem is that we no longer have martyrs. We only have celebrities.”

“We shall have all eternity in which to celebrate our victories, but we have only one swift hour before the sunset in which to win them.”

“We have our own language. Christianese... We don't say 'He's out of his mind,' no, we say 'That's our youth pastor.”

“Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.”

“But that is love, isn't it? It's terribly inconvenient. It sweeps you up and stales your attention and slows down your work. our labors fall behind, our friends report us missing, and everything comes to a screeching halt! Everything, that is, except what truly matters in this life --- true love. We've all been there. We know the feelings. So when we see it in a friend, a dear, dear friend, we throw down our work and we celebrate. We rejoice. We raise a glass. Because when we recognize it in the hearts of friends, it reminds us of how important it is in our own. Mr. Seven, you are and always have been my companion and friend. You have made me a better man, and almost on a daily basis you have reminded me that I too need to celebrate the love in my life. - William Charming”

“We all want to be stars. The idea of being revered and envied must be encoded somewhere deep in our DNA. So must the desire to revere and envy others we imagine to be better, more accepted, and more popular than we are. The only problem is that the most necessary qualities required to be a celebrity -- self-absorption, egomania, shamelessness -- are the least attractive in a friend.”