As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

I refuse to be burdened by vague worries. If something wants to worry me, it will have to make itself clear.

It finally happened - a lawsuit for wrongful doing unto others as you would have them do unto you.

That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.

A rule that cannot be bent will certainly be broken.

There have been days when I sought respite from my life, only to find myself calling every hour to check on it.

How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?