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

Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

Few can accept happiness if it means change. We want the life we have now, only happier.

If you aren't sure who you are, you might as well work on who you want to be.

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

Love thy neighbor, and if it requires that you bend your understanding of the truth, the Truth will understand.

I don't think most people want to be unhappy. It's just something they've gotten good at.