No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.

Follow the fellow who follows a dream.

Follow the yellow brick road.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

Someday I'll wish upon a star.

A Russian child asked his mother : "does God know we don't believe in Him?"

All the heroes of tomorrow are the heretics of today.