We treat our dogs as if they were "almost human": that is why they really become "almost human" in the end.

There is a story about a schoolboy who was asked what he thought God was like. He replied that, as far as he could make out, God was 'the sort of person who is always snooping around to see if anyone is enjoying himself and then trying to stop it.'

We cannot fully understand the relations of time and choice until we are beyond both.

The worst attitude of all would be the professional attitude which regards children in the lump as a sort of raw material which we have to handle.

At the end of all things, the blessed will say, 'We never lived anywhere but in heaven.'

There is someone that I love even though I don't approve of what he does. There is someone I accept though some of his thoughts and actions revolt me. There is someone I forgive though he hurts the people I love the most. That person is......me.

There is someone I accept even though I do not approve of all he does...and that someone is me