I believe in animal rights, and high among them is the right to the gentle stroke of a human hand.

The search for happiness is unlike any other search, for we search last in the likeliest places.

If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.

Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.

I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.