I belong to myself, not to anybody else.
Every mode of living has its own logic, its own meaning.
You know how you can tell that you’re getting really old? Nobody says the word ‘death’ around you anymore.
You can find beauty in everything, if you look hard enough.
What is faith? For most people is the fear of death. It’s nothing more than that. If that’s all it is, it’s very easy to lose.
There’s too much talk about sins. Not enough talk about virtues.
There’s no such thing as too much. There’s only not enough!
Memories fade. That’s what’s so terrible about them.