Grand business plans are all very well, but nothing beats dipping your toe in the water.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

You do not know just what you've been forgiven.

We dwell amid pinheaded weasels who know only timid, the generic and the abacus.

The world does not owe us a living, we owe the world a living, our own.

As a man's salutations, so is the total of his character; in nothing do we lay ourselves so open as in our manner of meeting and salutation.

Jesus made saving repentance possible and He made baptism meaningful.

I'm glad we haven't got newspapers now. It's been much nicer without them.

I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?

There's certainly a portion of my brain that is always tuned to making wry observations about the world, but that portion of my brain was alive and well before Twitter.

We have nothing to do, but to choose what is right, to be steady in the pursuit of it, and leave the issue to Providence.