How rude for the created to tell the Creator "I wasn't worth it. You didn't do a good job when you made me. I wasn't worth dying for." You don't get a choice! He's the one who gets to decide.

The self-righteous have their fig leaves so tightly bound that they have forgotten the seeping wounds beneath the foliage.

Life is a series of recoveries.

I do one sit up a day. I get up in the morning, that's the first half. I lay down at night, that's the second half.

When you're younger, you think of your age in fractions. 4 1/2, 5 1/2. You don't hear 36 1/2. You become 2, you turn 40, you reach 50, you make it to 60. By now you're going so fast you hit 70!

The things you're crying about today, you might be laughing about in ten years ... and then again ... maybe not.

How rude for the created to tell the Creator "I wasn't worth it. You didn't do a good job when you made me. I wasn't worth dying for." You don't get a choice! He's the one who gets to decide.