In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.

If you listed all the reasons for your faith, and all the things that make you cry, it would be essentially the same list.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.

There is no harder thing to give up than the thing that was supposed to make you happy.