Remember, there's more than one way to skin a cat. It can be done so that the animal will never know he's lost his hide.

Like the seminarian relying more on his knowledge of Hebrew than on the Spirit to hear God's voice in the text, we're more prone to carefully maneuvering our way through life than to abandoning ourselves to divine providence.

I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume—and no farther than to my first day's life—'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it—on the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back—

In a word, my work is digressive, and it is progressive too,—and at the same time.

With an ear open to your musical dialectic, one can be young and become old, can work and rest, be content and sad: in short, one can live.

No matter how sad we might be, the universe is still planning our happiness.

It is of no avail to know what is about to happen; for it is a sad thing to be grieved when grief can do no good.

I heave the basketball; I know it sails in a parabola, exhibiting perfect symmetry, which is interrupted by the basket. It's funny, but it is always interrupted by the basket.

I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.

I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

In our own lives the voice of God speaks slowly, a syllable at a time. Reaching the peak of years, dispelling some of our intimate illusions and learning how to spell the meaning of life-experiences backwards, some of us discover how the scattered syllables form a single phrase.

Above all, remember that you must build your life as if it were a work of art.