I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere to go. My own wisdom, and that of all about me, seemed insufficient for the day.

We are as much informed of a writer's genius by what he selects as by what he originates.

There are always two choices. Two paths to take. One is easy. And its only reward is that it's easy.

You can't choose up sides on a round world.

One's philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And, the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.

Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. Whatever has to be done, it's always your choice.

You have the power to think what you want. No matter what the circumstance.

There is an election going on all the time... the Lord votes for you and Satan votes against you, and you must cast the deciding vote.

It is your own convictions which compels you; that is, choice compels choice.

Whenever I have to choose between two evils, I always like to try the one I haven't tried before.