Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.
If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.
I don't write tracts, I write novels. I'm not a preacher, I'm a fiction writer.
Can true function arise from basic dysfunction?
A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.
We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen.