Alas, by the time Fate caught up with my life, Chance had it all planned.

An art critic is someone who hopes to see his ideas translated to canvas without having to learn how to paint.

The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by.

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

In the realist, you have the sorry sight of the five senses deprived of their imagination.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

It finally happened. I got the GPS lady so confused, she said, "In one-quarter mile, make a legal stop and ask directions.