Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.

After years of buying clothes I intend to diet into, I'll say this: the skeleton in my closet has some really nice outfits.

The greatest gift we give to someone who loves us is simply to be happy.

We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

Life is short, God's way of encouraging a bit of focus.