Most loved today

[L]ook around. See the miracles the private sector does–you can stick a piece of plastic in the wall and cash will come out. You can go to a foreign country, hand that piece of plastic to a total stranger that does not even speak your language and he will rent you a car... When you get home Visa or MasterCard will have the accounting correct to the penny. Government cannot even count votes accurately.

I'm proud of you for the times you came in 2nd, 3rd, or 4th, because what you did was the best you have ever done.

We feel our lives are worth living after we discover something worth dying for.

Those who don't want to contribute are the first to interfere.

I love it when women go to school. It's like seeing a monkey on roller skates - it means nothing to them, but it's so adorable for us.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy

A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone.

Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.

As long as we say, “I will love you, God, but first show me your generosity,” we will remain distant from God and unable to experience what God truly wants to give us, which is life and life in abundance.

I am not a has-been. I am a will be.

When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.

What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you...Books break the shackles of time...proof that humans are capable of working magic.