Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.
Hope is the feeling we have that the feeling we have is not permanent.
When hope is hungry, everything feeds it.
Those who are brutally honest are seldom so with themselves.
The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him.
We catch frightful glimpses of ourselves in the hostile eyes of others.
How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.
