My nerves tingled with the sense of adventure. Throwing aside my cigarette, I closed my hand upon the butt of my revolver, and, walking swiftly up the door, I looked in.

My sorrow is my castle.

And this is the simple truth--that to live is to feel oneself lost. He who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.

Deepest within every person there is nonetheless an anxiety about being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household.

I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.

You can become all God created you to be even if you've had difficulties, even if you weren't born into a good, loving family, God still has a plan for your life.

We deal with people that are going through divorces and that are facing life-threatening illnesses, and I'm giving them hope. And to me, I don't think there's anything "lite" about that.

My expectations were reduced to zero when I was 21. Everything since then has been a b

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life — music and cats.

I have accepted fear as part of life — specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back....

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to its possessor.