I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?

There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.

Never ask, "What reason do I have to be happy?" Instead ask, "To what purpose can I attach my happiness?

If you think that someone is out to steal everything you have, you're either paranoid or a member of the middle class.

So often the shortest distance to happiness is the length of an about-face.

The Seven Deadly Sins are a litany of victimless crimes, compiled to distract attention from the bloody felonies of the righteous.