Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Historical novels are, without question, the best way of teaching history, for they offer the human stories behind the events and leave the reader with a desire to know more.

The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Secrets of the heart are seldom news.

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

I let go of all fear and doubt, and life becomes simple and easy for me

most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry.

Until Christ is our treasure, any other motivation we have to suffer for him is a fool’s errand.

The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

War is primarily not about victory or defeat but about death and the infliction of death. It represents the total failure of the human spirit.

The absolutist trumpets his plain vision; the relativist sees only someone who is unaware of his own spectacles.