“I think living to be one hundred would be great, but living to fifty twice would be so much better.”

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.

Change is a process not an event.

We spend our lives dreaming of the future, not realizing that a little of it slips away every day.

All we can take with us to heaven is what we leave behind in the lives we touch.

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.

I’m glad God has all the answers, ’cause I barely understand the questions.

Motherhood: if it were going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor.

Attitude is the mind’s paintbrush; it can color any situation.

When we have hope, we are showing that we trust God to work out the situation. Trust is the only way we’re going to make it through and be a part of God’s marvelous plan for His child.

Kids can be a pain in the neck when they’re not a lump in your throat.

A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.

Violets are God’s apology for February.

We can never untangle all the woes in other people’s lives. We can’t produce miracles overnight. But we can bring a cup of cool water to a thirsty soul, or a scoop of laughter to a lonely heart.

A lot of kneeling keeps one in good standing.

Teaching literature is teaching how to read. How to notice things in a text that a speed-reading culture is trained to disregard, overcome, edit out, or explain away; how to read what the language is doing, not guess what the author was thinking; how to take evidence from a page, not seek a reality to substitute for it.

My karma just ran over my dogma.