It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.

Yoga is a journey of the soul through the body that creates a harmony among nature, mind, and body.

I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her.

I've been quite happy. Look, here are my proofs. Remember that I am indifferent to discomforts which would harass other folk. What do the circumstances of life matter if your dreams make you lord para...

Fiction is written with reality and reality is written with fiction. We can write fiction because there is reality and we can write reality because there is fiction; everything we consider today to be...

Your fangs aren't as sharp as your tongue.

How is it possible to have a civil war?

The unfortunate thing about working for yourself is that you have the worst boss in the world. I work every day of the year except at Christmas, when I work a half day.

You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.

I love the concept of togetherness and the entwinement of marriage.

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow there is no humor in Heaven.

Taxation is the price we pay for failing to build a civilized society. The higher the tax level, the greater the failure. A centrally planned totalitarian state represents a complete defeat for the ci...

Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.

…So, um, you’re from Rochester? Like, New York? Jersey asked.Yup, we used to live out there, Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. You ever been?Naw, the closest I’ve ever been to there would be… well, believ...

[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the...

[Karen Lundegaard] was quite frail, debilitated by metastatic breast cancer, which she had long known she had but for which she had been unable to get adequate treatment because she lacked medical ins...

You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to...

While I thought my vengeful thoughts and made my plans to ruin her life when I could, Chris was tenderly kissing me. I hadn’t even noticed. Stop! I cried when I felt his lips pressing down on mine. Le...

Whether you live or die, whether you're bad or good, whether you're born or not, it's all arbitrary… but what can I say? I don’t like fate or chance, and I don’t always play by the rules, legalist as...

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.