Man is incurably curious.

The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.

The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.

Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?

Scepticism is never certain of itself, being less a firm intellectual position than a pose to justify bad behavior.

Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.