The church is not a hotel for saints; it is a hospital for sinners.
In time, all great masterpieces turn into shameless creatures who laugh at their creators.
My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Those who are truly grateful are deeply moved by the privilege of living.
That's what drives science though: trying to find out the way things are, the way they were, and the way it really works. If that is your goal, then you want to make sure that your information is accu...
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
The beauty of having faith, is that no matter what the time of day, whether it be day or night I know that someone is always there with me to give me comfort.It doesn't matter whether it is Buddha, Go...
The highway of grace will get you somewhere a whole lot faster then the freeway of spite.
Live your life in such a way that you'll be remembered for your kindness, compassion, fairness, character, benevolence, and a force for good who had much respect for life, in general.