It's funny. That feeling of home. It's so temporary, like bathwater: the warmth eventually grows cold.

There are infinite ways for your mind to torture it's self.

Speak graciously to young men as you would to your brothers.

Watches are the only jewelry men can wear, unless you're Mr. T.

Children's bodies aren't like automobiles with the assailant's fingerprints lingering on the wheel. The world of sexual abuse is quintessentiall y secret. It is the perfect crime.

There's something just so kind of smooth about politicians.

I foresee online gaming changing when there are good audio-visual links connecting the participants, thus approximating play in a face-to-face group.

All professions are conspiracies against the laity.

God received from me something He didn't have on His own. My sin. I received something from God I didn't have on my own. His righteousness.

The inquiry "who am I" turns the mind introvert and makes it calm.

Neither object nor time off, put up with what comes.