Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else s pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way.

Lord, I believe; help my unbelief' is the best any of us can do really, but thank God it is enough.

We learn to praise God not by paying compliments but by paying attention.

Don't let your life just go in one eye and out the other.

Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.

Resurrection means that the worst thing is never the last thing.

If what makes you happy is going out and living it up and spending all your money on wine, women, and song, the world doesn't need that. But on the other hand, if you give your life to good works - you go and work in a leper colony and it doesn't make you happy - the chances are you're not doing it very well.