We can live out our lives, and in the end realize that we never really ‘lived’ a day in our lives.

I have diligently disciplined my life to search out life’s gifts in the places where life stores its scraps.

What insanity would lead me to believe that I possess the power, much less the aptitude to manipulate all of the consequences out of all of my decisions?

At the end, a journey based on my imagination will leave me imagining that I should have engaged the very thing I used my imagination to avoid.

Ignorance is avoiding that which stands in front of me out of the misplaced hope that it will put what I’m ignoring behind me. Instead, it’s most certain to drop it on top of me.

To live a lie may allow us to avoid the truth, but the real lie lays in believing that we can avoid the truth in the first place.