The pardoned soul is out of the gunshot of hell (Rom. 8:33).

Knowledge is responsibility, which is why people resist knowledge.

Change is the watchword of progression. When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

I feel better about blaming myself if there is some sort of mistake and that's why I'm not in a rush.

Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds. Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.

I wonder how they deal with mice at Disney World.

Confidence comes from creating something and knowing what I'm supposed to be doing and feeling like I'm good at what I'm supposed to be doing.

I think I must have a super-fast metabolism.

Isn't it the unexpected that teaches us the most?

Everything in life is writable.

Your cadence is your music.