Dreams Are More Powerful Than Facts.

The Examined Life Is No Picnic.

Everything We Can Imagine Becomes Real.

If You Notice Phrases, Ideas, And Anecdotes That Closely Resemble Those That Appear Elsewhere In My Writing, It's Not A Matter Of Sloppy Editing. I'm Repeating Myself. I'm Reshuffling Words In The Hope That Just Once I Might Say Something Exactly Right. And I'm Still Wrestling With Dilemmas That Are Not Easily Resolved Or Easily Dismissed. I Run At Them Again And Again Because I Am Not Finished With Them. Any May Never Be. Work-in- Progress On A Life-in-progress Is What My Writing Is About. And Some Progress In The Work Is Enough To Keep It Going On.

Even If Your Watch Is Full Of Diamonds The Hour Is Still 60 Minutes

Arguing Whether Or Not A God Exists Is Like Fleas Arguing Whether Or Not The Dog Exists. Arguing Over The Correct Name For God Is Like Fleas Arguing Over The Name Of The Dog. And Arguing Over Whose Notion Of God Is Correct Is Like Fleas Arguing Over Who Owns The Dog.