“My worth is not based on the work of my hands despite how feverishly I might work and how audaciously successful I might be. Rather, my worth is based exclusively on the astonishing fact that I am ...”

“I am selfish by habit, but sacrificial by nature. Therefore, Id be wise to develop the habit of following my nature.”

“Ignorance might be bliss, but it also has teeth.”

“Peace is achieved when our conscience rests in the fact that weve engaged in right living, verses believing that living is a right.”

“A life that chooses not to grow is a life that died long before it ever lived.”

“To spin the tale with great flourish but never live the tale is the power of vision strangled to fiction by the fiction of fear.”

“If I am brave enough to stand against those who have been groomed by fear, I will recognize that where I get knocked down is all about where life begins, and has nothing to do with where it ends.”

“Although Ive been thoroughly conditioned by pain to see it otherwise, an ending is nothing more than the backside of a beginning.”

“Don't try to figure out the whole race. Just figure out where to put your foot for the starting line. Just start.”

“I made spasmodic efforts to work, assuring myself that once I began working I would forget her. The difficulty was in beginning. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as tho...”

“The role played by time at the beginning of the universe is, I believe, the final key to removing the need for a Grand Designer, and revealing how the universe created itself. Time itself must com...”

“Death isn't the end, it's the beginning.”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”