Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

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

Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.

I refuse to be burdened by vague worries. If something wants to worry me, it will have to make itself clear.

It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.