Why is it that good always has to fight an uphill battle?"I thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. Maybe that's the point. Good things are higher up.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

I have Tourettes syndrome.

The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.

Forgiveness does not require us to close our eyes but rather to truly open them.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.

There are none so impoverished as those who do not acknowledge the abundance of their lives

such fickle days of love when pain and ecstasy share the same hour

The greatest shackles we bear in thislife are those forged by our own fears

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.

To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

A man must have a good deal of vanity who believes, and a good deal of boldness who affirms, that all the doctrines he holds are true, and all he rejects are false.

Politics also means educating people. It's important to speak openly with our fellow Greeks, to tell them what our problems are and that we have to change something.

The musicians one day are going to listen to me.

The Bible, however, was not created to be amended and altered with each passing culture.

Cats are a tonic, they are a laugh, they are a cuddle, they are at least pretty just about all of the time and beautiful some of the time.

Religious faith is the one species of human ignorance that will not admit of even the possibility of correction.

Trials are no longer about freeing the innocent, punishing the guilty, and making restitution to the injured. They have devolved into a contest over who will win.

Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.

Glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts,--both to an extreme. Simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.