We [people] may enjoy this fleeting beauty [of life] for such a brief instance. And then we are compost. G - , the creator-destroyer, certainly has a strange sense of humor!

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?' If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.

To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.

The best practice is to follow the advice posted on every railroad crossing: Stop. Look. Listen.

Compassion begins with the acknowledgment of the single inescapable truth that is the foundation for the possibility of love between human beings - an awareness of the tragic sense of life.

Trust what moves you most deeply.

Down to earth advice about the path that leads away from the kingdom of the hollow men.

The sacred is discovered in what moves and touches us, in what makes us tremble.

To be on a quest is nothing more or less than to become an asker of questions.

The more you become a connoisseur of gratitude, the less you are a victim of resentment, depression, and despair.

When a baby is born here on earth, a star is born in the sky.

Resurrection hope turned those who believed it into a counter-empire, an alternative society that knew the worst that tyrants could do and knew that the true God had the answer.

In the Envoy Corps, you take what is offered, Virginia Vidaura said, somewhere in the corridors of my memory. And that must sometimes be enough.

A superb tenor voice, like a silver trumpet muffled in silk.

Let us never forget that government is ourselves and not an alien power over us.

To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.

Acknowledge all of your small victories. They will eventually add up to something great.

Well, you better ride like you stole something 'cause you are about to win a stage in the Tour de Fance.

The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress