Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.

Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

Can one mistake really destroy a lifetime together?

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

There is so much we’ll likely never agree on, but can we at least agree to be respectful and kind to each other anyway.

If we expect others to rely on our fairness and justice we must show that we rely on their fairness and justice.

In a world filled with mistrust, armed to the teeth and ready to explode, a realistic attitude might be to consider love as an imperative need.

For my generation I must have the oracles of God in fresh terms.

Exciting discoveries in neuroscience are allowing us to fit educational methods to new understandings of how the brain develops.

I read the Bible to myself; I'll take any translation, any edition, and read it aloud, just to hear the language, hear the rhythm, and remind myself how beautiful English is.

We are no longer able to hear God - There are too many frequencies filling our ears.

It's something that's very often said that philosophy, as opposed to science, never makes any progress.

Advertising is, actually, a simple phenomenon in terms of economics. It is merely a substitute for a personal sales force - an extension, if you will, of the merchant who cries aloud his wares.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude