If I live life as some barter system, I will in fact never have given anything away except the opportunity to really live.

Friendship cannot be bought, traded or bartered. You won’t find it on sale, and there’s never a coupon for it. Truly priceless things can only be given.

I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.

To focus solely on endings is to trade conclusions for the very beginnings that created them. And if this cycle should persist, we will likewise miss the beginning that will follow this ending.

Without a doubt, the most ingenious plan I could ever hope to devise would be to trade my plans for God’s.