I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

My secret is that I need God—that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love.

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff? That's just not enough. Look at us all. What's the common assumption that got us all from there to here? What makes us deserve the ice cream and running shoes and wool Italian suits we have? I mean, I see all of us trying so hard to acquire so much stuff, but I can't help but feeling that we didn't merit it.

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

Vaccinated Time Travel: To fantasize about traveling backward in time, but only with proper vaccinations.

I think God is how you deal with everything that's out of your own control.

Sometimes you can't realize you're in a bad mood until another person enters your orbit.