Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.

There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.

If I had it to do again, I'd ask more questions and interrupt fewer answers.

I identify more with people who ask each day for divine guidance than people equipped with a divine guidance system.

Genius is a plodding intellect, incapable of dreaming up the obstacles that stop the rest of us.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.