All is foreseen but the choice is given.
The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.
Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
Kindness, I've discovered, is everything in life.
There is a plan to this universe. There is a high intelligence, maybe even a purpose, but it's given to us on the installment plan.
Actually, the true story of a person's life can never be written. It is beyond the power of literature. The full tale of any life would be both utterly boring and utterly unbelievable.