More often than not, to blame someone else is to play ‘hot potato’ with something that’s neither hot nor a potato.

The point that I think myself to be so terribly clever is the precise point at which I am beginning to think myself to be god-like, which causes me to become God-less.

What insanity would lead me to believe that I possess the power, much less the aptitude to manipulate all of the consequences out of all of my decisions?

We somehow have led ourselves to believe that our questions are big enough to encircle life, and that life is small enough to be contained by the answers. The real question might be, are we ignorant or just plain stupid?

Try to be a god and see if you’ve got enough divinity within yourself to save yourself from the mess that you’ll make just by thinking about doing it, much less the mess you’ll make if you actually attempt it.

Our egos will be the death of us unless we commit to the death of our egos. In that sense, taking something to its grave is what saves us from one.

The appetite of my ego always exceeds the grocery store of my soul.

An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you’ll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.