As a boy I heard this story in church. A man was patching a pitched roof of a tall building when he began sliding off. As he neared the edge of the roof he prayed, "Save me, Lord, and I'll go to church every Sunday, I'll give up drinking, I'll be the best man this city has ever known." As he finished his prayer, a nail snagged onto his overalls and saved him. The man looked up to the sky and shouted, "Never mind, God. I took care of it myself." How true of us.

It is better to be loved by one person who knows your soul than millions who don't even know your phone number.

I don't think it is as much a human foible as it is a human curse that we cannot understand the beauty of a thing until it is gone.

To deny our pasts is to burn the bridge we must cross to self-understanding.

The kids who speak well, are articulate and intelligent, are all readers.

...for we are all amateurs at life, but if we do not focus too much on our mistakes, a miraculous picture emerges. And we learn that it's not the beauty of the image that warrants our gratitude--it's the chance to paint.

Only those who never step, never stumble.