...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.

When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.

I have sometimes wondered if the greatest desire of man is to be known and loved anyway.

And so I have come to understand that strength, inner strength, comes from receiving love as much as it comes from giving it.

What I believe is not what I say I believe; what I believe is what I do.

You can't tell a good story without conflict - the story can't be beautiful or meaningful. We're taught to run from conflict, and it's robbing us of some really good stories.

If we knew how much God loved us and was for us, we’d talk to Him all day long.

How disappointing would it be get to heaven and find out God created life to be enjoyed while all we did was worry?

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me

People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen.

Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing, Leave a house empty, it rots.

We were both filled with the enthusiasm that comes from being with someone you automatically click with.

That day we held our hands and each other was indeed a beautiful dream. But, we all wake up in the end.

Nobody likes being exploited, unless they're unaware of it, and many aren't aware of it because they believe that's how life is and you can't change it.

If you live only for yourself, dying is an especially scary proposition.

The only things stopping me today are: genetics, lack of will, income, brain chemistry and external events.

To play well, you need good players, but a good player almost always has the problem of a lack of efficiency. He always wants to do things prettier than strictly necessary.

A camel that always moves with the camel caravan cannot discover the beauties of the unknown oases!

Literature seemed to be everything then. People looked to it for the strength to live, for guidance, for revelation.

I just want to give my love to God.