The desperate addict is closer to the heart of grace than the devout moralist.
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
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.
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.
Is success just about winning? Acclaim? Trophies? Wealth? Our personal happiness or satisfaction? I have been blessed to experience some of these over the years, and I can answer without batting an eye: No. Accomplishments, applause, awards and fortune are rewards that often come as the result of hard work and a determined spirit, but there is something bigger. Something better. Something that will outlast the winningest season, the plushest corner office, the heftiest bonus and the loudest cheers. That something can only be found when we look beyond the final score.
I don't have very sophisticated taste in music. I listen to a lot of folk music. I like reggae.
If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light," Ma considered. "We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of. " "That's so," said Pa. "These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.
Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.