Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Doing one fool thing after another is not so terrible when you consider the human proclivity to do several fool things at once.

Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits

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

Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.