That's the trouble with you preachers," he said. "You've all got too good to believe in anything," and he drove off with a look of disgust and righteousness.
...you have to cherish the world at the same time that you struggle to endure it.
I do not like the raw sound of the human voice in unison unless it is under the discipline of music.
Only if we are secure in our beliefs can we see the comical side of the universe.
Dogma can in no way limit a limitless God.
Her name was Maude and she drank whisky all day from a fruit jar under the counter.