Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship

But man invents nothing God did not create first.

It's amazing the fantasies your mind can put together.

When a lost loved one appears before you, it's your brain that fights it, not your heart.

God sings, we hum along, and there are many melodies, but it's all one song - one same, wonderful, human song.

If God wants it, it will happen.