I am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.

Not that I haven't leaped up into the blinding light of competence now and then. It's sustaining the altitude that defeats me.

If you make it plain you like people, it's hard for them to resist liking you back.

When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference.

Bleeding ulcers run in my family, we give them to each other.

When I go down into the ground at last, as God is my judge, I pray my best-beloved may have better to say of me than, "He didn't hit me."

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.