When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.

Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.

You're my bread when I'm hungry You're my shelter from troubled winds You're my anchor in life's ocean Most of all You're my best friend

I don't believe that heaven waits for only those who congregate.

What we aspire to be is more than what we are yet less than what we are capable of.

I don't believe virginity is common as it used to be.

Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?

On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

World unity is the wish of the hopeful, the goal of the idealist and the dream of the romantic. Yet it is folly to the realist and a lie to the innocent.

Some things are too good to be true and truly are good and true.

If we are teaching children how to lie, to steal, and to be aggressive, why do schools punish those who lie and steal? and why does the society punish the offender criminal?

My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely, I'm nothing.

he knew that men were too complex to be defined by the worst moment in their lives

The woman cries before the wedding the man afterward.

He [John McCain] hit me - he's not a war hero.

One must not judge everyone in the world by his qualities as a soldier: otherwise we should have no civilization.

One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.

Don't hang onto anything too tightly-all things must change and you have to allow room for them to grow and blossom.

We ought not to endeavor to revise history according to our latter day notions of what things ought to have been, or upon the theory that the past is simply a reflection of the present