Every man knows that he will die: and nobody believes it. On that paradox stand not only a host of religions but the entity of a sane being.

Proclaim your pride and bitterness loudly to the world, but to me speak softly, and tell me simply that she doesn't love you.

Skypilot could not help but hope that the song of the moon--the song of God's miraculous firmament--might reach her tonight and enable her to feel the reality of Christ's love and sacrifice.

It is a curiosity of writing about angels that, very often, one turns out to be writing about men.

If a tie is like kissing your sister, losing is like kissing you grandmother with her teeth out.

To some degree we all live with uncertainty. We have no control over the future. Yet we carry on, we persevere, because, I guess, it's the way we're made.

The moment when you are most repelled by a child's behavior, that is your warning light to draw the very closest to that child.

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

I had a life-long ambition to be a professional baseball player, but nobody would sign me.

About 75 percent of the crude oil marketed here is sold off the books, and they are doing trades that would be illegal if it was a regulated market, and of course they do not want to regulate it.

The right to die can so easily become the duty to die.