In The End, We All Lose It.

There Can Be No Joy Without Gratitude.

Some Men See Mountains As Obstacles. Others As A Canvas.

As A Boy I Heard This Story In Church. A Man Was Patching A Pitched Roof Of A Tall Building When He Began Sliding Off. As He Neared The Edge Of The Roof He Prayed, "save Me, Lord, And I'll Go To Church Every Sunday, I'll Give Up Drinking, I'll Be The Best Man This City Has Ever Known." As He Finished His Prayer, A Nail Snagged Onto His Overalls And Saved Him. The Man Looked Up To The Sky And Shouted, "never Mind, God. I Took Care Of It Myself." How True Of Us.

At One Time In My Career, Barnes And Noble Bookstores Categorized My Books As Religious Fiction.

The Most Difficult Of Decisions Are Often Not The Ones In Which We Cannot Determine The Correct Course; Rather The Ones In Which We Are Certain Of The Path But Fear The Journey.