The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear.

I have this fear of falling in front of large groups of people. That's why I tend not to wear heels.

I get so nervous on stage I can't help but talk. I try. I try telling my brain: stop sending words to the mouth. But I get nervous and turn into my grandma. Behind the eyes it's pure fear. I find it difficult to believe I'm going to be able to deliver.

Fear is death, fear is sin, fear is hell, fear is unrighteousness, and fear is wrong life. All the negative thoughts and ideas that are in the world have proceeded from this evil spirit of fear.

I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic, That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong.The only solution is to confront them - confront yourself - with the greatest fear imaginable.

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.