If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.
We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.
If I had my life to live over, I'd have fewer meetings and more rendezvous.
What is the fire in our belly but the eternal flame of a thousand ancestors.
We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.
There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.