Who are we to think we deserve anything? What makes us so great? No one is "lucky" to have us. We are all full of it.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

We livein the smallspaces between our wordshidingbetweenthe saidand allwe cannot say.

The successful man is the one who finds out what is the matter with his business before his competitors do.

The people who misuse the Sabbath lose the blessings of spiritual food and growth promised to those who keep this commandment.

Evidence of harm is hard to come by.

I had a Super Grover doll growing up. Super Grover was very clumsy, he wasn't very good-looking. But in his own way he'd always save the day.

To him who knows to prosper and does it not, to him it is sin.

The people have to have the power: it belongs to the people.

There is much in Christianity which can be subjected to exact analysis. But the ultimate things are shrouded in the silent mysteries of God.

If you can find the line between sympathetic and creepy, you have reached a very funny area.

I'm one of those writers who tends to be really good at making outlines and sticking to them. I'm very good at doing that, but I don't like it. It sort of takes a lot of the fun out.