We all want progress, but if you're on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive.

Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.

The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.

Every contact you make with everyone you meet will help them or hinder them on their journey to heaven.

Reasoning is never, like poetry, judged from the outside at all.

It seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended