For what is more lovable than failure?

She had shown him by her independence how it was only fear that held people together. The fear of being alone and the fear of being different.

His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.

Meanwhile Bellgrove had been savouring love's rare aperitif, the ageless language of the eyes.

After all, evil was a kind of poison, an infection of the soul.

While flying with several other USAF pilots over Germany in 1957, we sighted numerous radiant flying discs above us. We couldn't tell how high they were. We couldn't get anywhere near their altitude.

Freestyle, especially aerials, fits the Chinese because we are good at gymnastics.

It is impossible to attain proper physical condition without being sound both mentally and morally.

Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.

and there had been times when he wished he'd been born into a different family.

Every moment of life is a step toward the grave. [Fr., Chaque instant de la vie est un pas vers la mort.]

I have no idea what's going on in television because I really don't look at it.

We know the Church wasn't born 200 years ago. It's encouraging to see some of the post-denominational churches actually wanting to reconnect with the story and the prayer life of the larger Church.

I grew. Going outside my comfort zone is a big one for me.