Mourning has its place but also its limits.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

We often learn to just earn dirty paper and forget to gain the wisdom needed to earn a life.

Ms. Sophia was evil bananas.

I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.

You can't be a crazy rebel in the face of death, it's not a fitting attitude.

Hope on. Journey on. Honestly acknowledge your questions and your concerns, but first and forever fan the flame of your faith, because all things are possible to them that believe.

Always seek peace between your heart and God, but in this world, always be careful to remain ever-restless, never satisfied, and always abounding in the work of the Lord.

In a mystery, you must play fair by giving all the clues, but disguise them by immediately distracting the reader with something else.

Men are only clever at shifting blame from their own shoulders to those of others.

Parents often brag about the amount of money spent per child, but I think, perhaps ironically, those great monies that are spent - I call it putting a band-aid on a hemorrhage.

That was the absolute worst catch phrase I've ever heard in the history of Monday Night Raw.