You can't not be a little different from others and be successful for three decades.
The snow again. White, white net of beauty, net of dream, trapping the earth, trapping the helpless heart of life.
I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.
A false vision was better than none.
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!
The past. . . is a dim avenue down which we may walk and find the diverging paths of terror and beauty and passion.
By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.
The trouble in America is not that we are making too many mistakes, but that we are making too few.
A person who is obsessed with Jesus knows that the best thing he can do is be faithful to his Savior in every aspect of his life, continually saying "Thank You!" to God. An obsessed person knows there can never be intimacy if he is always trying to pay God back or work hard enough to be worthy. He revels in his role as a child and friend of God.
The further we travel down the path of enlightenment, the more humble we become. We shouldn't seek to impress others—or allow ourselves to be taken—with mere outer trappings. If we do our inner work, our spirit will be our calling card. Nice to meet you.
We must appreciate the dignity of life in all its seasons, even the path of the elderly in the twilight of their years, to work toward the day when every child, born and unborn, is welcomed to life and protected by law.