Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
Even the best of friends need time apart.
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.
Terrorists killed a lot fewer people than bathroom falls and accidental electrocutions.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.