A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

You got to go there to know there.

you can't beat me and my prayers!

Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!