When you don't know where you're headed, you find places no one else would ever explore.

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.

The English judged a person so that they'd be justified in casting her out. The Amish judged a person so that they'd be justified in welcoming her back. Where I'm from, if someone is accused of sinning, it's not so that others can place blame. It's so that the person can make amends and move on.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.