Amy is a Sharpie

But plants grow again, " She murmured, focusing on the verdant beauty around her. "They put down new roots, create room for themselves in foreign soil.

Happiness lies in our heart. We have to nurture it with blossoms of faith and steady stream of goodness to brush aside the thistles of everyday strife.

Who can measure the love Christ felt for a lost world, as he hung upon the cross, suffering for the sins of guilty men? This love was immeasurable. It was infinite.

I loathe celebrity. I can't stand it.

Ultimately, my more significant agreement is with a virtue tradition that features Aristotle and Descartes.

Chance arrives unannounced. It emerges, and when it leaves, we are lucky if the changes it has produced are only external.

We used to be "shiftless and lazy," now we're "fearsome and awesome." I think the black man should take pride in that.

The beauty of my job is that I get to see more of that America. And that feeds me.

Bad conduct soils the finest ornament more than filth.

We Americans... like change. It is at once our weakness and our strength.