In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work.

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

You will not find a soulmate in the quiet of your room. You must go to a noisy place and look in the quiet corners.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.