None of us is ever OK, but we all get through everything just fine.
God writes a lot of comedy. . . the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny.
I think if the church put in half the time on covetousness that it does on lust, this would be a better world for all of us.
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together.
Intelligence is like four-wheel drive. It only allows you to get stuck in more remote places.
Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.
You can go your whole life and not need math or physics for a minute, but the ability to tell a joke is always handy.
My plans are perfect, and when I start to carry them out, may God have mercy on Bobby Lee, for I shall have none.
The problem has to be answered by means of art, because you can't blast them with bliss. Tat freaks them out even more. So instead, you have to have an artful way of approaching them. You do a dance for them, you get them to imagine being interconnected, and to imagine being free of their suffering, and not so self involved, through art that draws them out. Then you, and they, are all established in what's called a Buddha-verse, or Buddha-land
Hey, ugly!" Annabeth yelled. I hoped she was talking to the giant, not me.
There never was a democracy that did not commit suicide.