If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

It was not a life, if lived without love.

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arriving punctually at their destination, that the land beyond the car had been no more than a wash of one green, and a backdrop of one hill. Life was very different when you walked through it.

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.