Life is something like a remarkable, exciting puzzle. It comes piece by piece in packages marked days.

There's the whole myth about rocket science. It's really not that hard. It's not brain surgery.

God is to us like the sky to a small bird, which cannot see its outer limits and cannot reach its distant horizons, but can only lose itself in the greatness and immensity of the blueness.

Loneliness is the prison of the human spirit. When we are lonely, we pace back and forth in small, shut-in worlds.

A good listener truly wants to know the speaker.

The only love worthy of a name is unconditional.

When Marconi suggested the possibility of wireless transmission of sound (the radio),he was committed to a mental institution. But people like Lincoln, Edison, and Marconi were strongly motivated. So they didn't give up. They somehow knew that the only real failure is the one from which we learn nothing. They seemed to go on the assumption that there is no failure greater than the failure of not trying, and so they continued to try in the face of repeated failures.