Sometimes I sit up late with my thoughts, reluctant to fall asleep and leave my thoughts alone by themselves.

Life is a brief opportunity to do something prehumously.

Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

There is nothing more essential to getting a project off the ground than the underestimate.