So go out and live real good and I promise you'll get beat up real bad. But, in a little while after you're dead, you'll be rotted away anyway. It's not gonna matter if you have a few scars. It will matter if you didn't live.

Love is found in the things we've given up, more than in the things that we have kept.

There's a difference, you know, between faith and playing make-believe. One will make you grow. The other one will make you sleep.

Deliver us from evil - from moral duplicity and weakness, from laziness and spiritual complacency, from those lies we tell ourselves from our fear of facing the truth.

Forged in the fires of human passion, choking on the fumes of human rage, with these out hells and our heavens, so few inches apart, we must be awfully small, and not as strong as we think we are.

I would love to be a Franciscan brother. Im just not sure I have the courage to do it.

Save me from trendy religion that makes cheap clichés out of timeless truths.