Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.

Or whatever politically correct spiritual representation of universal goodness you happen to believe in.

There are always going to be jerks in the world . . . [but] there are more good people on this earth than bad people, and the good people watch out for each other and take care of each other.

That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.

Sometimes you don't have to mean to hurt someone to hurt someone.

Who we are? Us!Right? What kind of people are we? What kind of person are you? Isn't that the most important thing of all? Isn't that the kind of question we shloud be asking ourselves all the time? 'What kind of person am I?

It’s not enough to be friendly. You have to be a friend.