Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Remember that when you leave this earth, you can take with you nothing that you have received - only what you have given: a full heart, enriched by honest service, love, sacrifice and courage.

Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.

Do all you can to preach the gospel and if necessary use words!

God requires that we assist the animals, when they need our help. Each being (human or creature) has the same right of protection.

All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.

The deeds you do may be the only sermon some persons will hear today.

Ask the beasts and they will teach you the beauty of this earth.

All things of creation are children of the Father and thus brothers of man. ... God wants us to help animals, if they need help. Every creature in distress has the same right to be protected.

What is it that stands higher than words? Action. What is it that stands higher than action? Silence.

He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist

No matter what I did, I was hurting someone. There was a constant battle of emotions going on inside my head, but even though I still cared about Tom all I wanted, all I needed, was Mika.

I watched the stars and thought of other lives.

What you feed will lead your life.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

In the beginning there was faith - which is childish; trust - which is vain; and illusion - which is dangerous.

In high school I was drawn to the study of literature, poetry Shakespeare, contemporary fiction, drama, you name it - I read it.

I might go play the LPGA full-time and then, after I get better, go to the PGA full-time. Or just try to play both. It will be fun.

The "I" thought is said to be the sum total of all thoughts. The source of the "I" thought has to be inquired into.

There is probably no greater anxiety in life than going home to visit your mother for Christmas.

For me, writing is not a search for explanations but a ramble in quest of what informs a place, a hunt for equivalents.