There is in all animals a sense of duty that man condescends to call instinct.

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.

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.

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.

Eventually, time takes care of everything. The trouble with procrastination is that people give up on it too soon.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Be happy, and a reason will come along.