Yes, this man had the persistence of an insect.

One should never expect anyone to reply to one's questions.

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

Yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg of awesomeness. Things will get better. Keep smiling, don't give up just yet. Perseverance has an amazing gift for you, just wait you see.

We live only a few conscious decades, and we fret ourselves enough for several lifetimes.

I already shred all my mail. What am I supposed to do now? Use pay phones? Smoke signals? Train pigeons? There's no such thing as privacy anymore.

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.

Scientology, how about that? You hold on to the tin cans and then this guy asks you a bunch of questions, and if you pay enough money you get to join the master race. How's that for a religion ?

Commitment . . . is a binding, but happy, response to duty. It is at once peaceful yet compelling, for it obligates one to action. It is essential to the good life. It is doing what everyone can do.

That which, perhaps, hears more nonsense than anything in the world, is a picture in a museum.

I'm so honored to have been a part of something so meaningful that helped to keep so many families and loved ones connected.