It used to be on the Internet no one knew you were a dog. Now not only does everyone know that you are a dog, they know what kind of a dog you are, who you run with, where you hide your bones, the accidental piddle behind the couch, the fight you got into with the boxer, and your thoughts on the hot poodle down the street.

We don't really understand something until we have forgotten it.

Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

If prayers worked, Hitler would have been stopped at the border of Poland by angels with swords of fire.

Live in your roots, not in your branches.

Faith takes root in the insignificant.

the skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.