We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.

How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.

There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles.

Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!

When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.