“You do what you were made to do. Some of us were made to read and write. Thanks be to God.”

“I often look around in a church at the utterly expressionless faces singing "Alleluia! Alleluia!" and wonder why we don't let our faces know what our lips are saying.”

“It feels like cheap sex and spurious art to me, the spiritual equivalent of junk food; it may look like an éclair, but it's really a Twinkie.”

“Oh, that God would have made His will ours! Giving us free will was not free; there were costs to consider and balance. The reward for our choices, for our belief in ourselves and our desire to do the right thing, were great. But along the way we had to take risks. We had to try.”

“My solicitous wife has kept me going despite the ravages of time. I trust she is not weary in well doing nor tired of being thanked.”

“People were always sorry. Sorry they had done what they had done, sorry they were doing what they were doing, sorry they were going to do what they were going to do; but they still did whatever it is. The sorrow never stopped them; it just made them feel better. And so the sorrow never stopped.”

“The Bible’s a fine, holy piece of literature and holds a lot of truth. It’s a thing of beauty and wisdom. Problem is, man wrote it down and as ever’one knows, man takes… what’s it called… ‘artistic license.’ That’s my way of thinkin,’ anyhow. You have love in your life and you hang on to it with all you got. Of course, now, the trick of the matter is to know who, or what, you love most so you can hang onto it. That particular bit right there ain’t at all easy, believe me.”