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

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

You always think you could have done more. That's why you need a friend - to tell you you did all you could.

O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.

The trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher.

I don't believe you really know God if you do not recognize His sense of humor.