In the realist, you have the sorry sight of the five senses deprived of their imagination.

Try to discover, The road to success, And you'll seek, But never find, But blaze your own path, And the road to success, Will trail right behind.

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

Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.

First God created time; then God created man that man might, in the course of time, perfect himself; then God decided that He'd better create eternity.

Why try to be someone you're not? Life is hard enough without adding impersonation to the skills required.

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.