What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.

I had always been a boy in this place, and many of the trees and rocks and streams had been old men when I knew them. Some had died. All had changed. I knew that. I had changed the most.

The world bein’ so small ain’t always a good thing for those of us who ain’t searchin’ for new and different stuff.

One of the worst things I’ve learned about getting older is that there seems to be more change that you don’t like than there was when you were younger and you can’t do nothin’ about it.

Just make sure the day doesn’t pass without sayin’ what’s in your heart. Sometimes you pass up those chances and they’re gone forever.

Our bird of hope was being denied the altitude it sought, just free enough to fly dangerously close to the reality of the treetops.

As an adult I had mastered the art of looking without seeing and listening without hearing and eating without tasting and maybe even existing without living.

Sometimes, you need to spit stuff out in words to get it better arranged in your head. I figure if you never talk about it, it just picks its own spot and lays there and festers.

Memories with laughter are the best ones to keep.

I assumed that looking back reminded older guys of what they had shot at and missed, the what-ifs, the good memories, the bad, the people left behind, the people who moved on.

Back home. What wonderful words. What a wonderful place.

War is what happens when language fails.

Through the medium of prayer we go to our enemy, stand by his side, and plead for him to God.

Tradition is the albatross around the neck of progress.

It can be so difficult to get people to think about systemic institutional problems. It is easier just to see the actions of one or two people and say, "That's wrong!"

Don't set your goals to be a star. Set your goals to be the best that you can be and go from there.

The only way we can leave the pain or sin from our past is to face it with Christ. For the past cannot be forgotten, it can only be forgiven and redeemed.

We seek absolute neutrality in Buddhism. We don't want to be drawn into anything in particular. We don't want to be pushed away from anything in particular.

The final outcome of the credit expansion is general impoverishment.

now that she realized she had been waiting for him—she did not like that.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.