What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

I am safe and secured in the Lord.

The most influential of all educational factors is the conversation in a child's home.

I don't have a moral plan, I'm a Canadian.

And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

If you are all open in your heart, you are clean. If you are all open in your self, you are naive.

Things that look like shortcuts are actually detours (disguised as less work).

Ron White was not one of the very first original members of the Motown staff, but eventually he was.

To each person, their own way of death - with dignity.

Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care.

Two things are going on at the same time with the flattening of the world: The relentless quest for efficiency is squeezing some of the fat out of life.