There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked.

Rather than waste precious time arguing, I went up and started serving my "sentence" without delay. It was usually about an hour for epigrams; somewhat longer for a paradox.

Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter.

Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.

Life is a zoo in a jungle.