We all know them — the unstructured person whose every action seems aimless and the totally organized person whose every action defeats some purpose.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

The best things in life are not only free, but the line is shorter.

As I may or may not say to the Lord on Judgment Day, "You ask a lot of questions for someone who has so much explaining to do"

To truly forgive is to allow the other person to forget.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won’t be someone else.