The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

While I find that I can keep my nose out of other people's business, I do have a curiosity as to their non-business activities.

Among creatures born into chaos, a majority will imagine an order, a minority will question the order, and the rest will be pronounced insane.

If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

You don't want to get to the end of life's journey and discover you never left the interstate.