God is always faithful to His promises, but He often surprises us in the way He fulfills them.

The world promises you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness.

Truth is not determined by a majority vote.

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.

The cross reminds us that there is no true love without suffering, there is no gift of life without pain.

If we allow the love of Christ to change our heart, then we can change the world. This is the secret of authentic happiness.

We were looking for a 'good shepherd,' and instead we got a German shepherd.

I have a mustard seed; and I am not afraid to use it.

Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed. Each of us is loved. Each of us is necessary.

Look at the face of the other... discover that he has a soul, a history and a life, that he is a person and that God loves this person.

We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.

Had I known how sweet they wereI would have saved more of these memories

I can promise you that women working together - linked, informed and educated - can bring peace and prosperity to this forsaken planet.

I think basically most men are misogynistic.

I always leave a box of unsalted almonds in my house. A handful of those are a good snack that should keep you satisfied.

It's always nerve-racking to take off your clothes on film. But doing it with a woman felt safer than with a man. You know you can say, 'Don't grab me there: That's where my cellulite is'!

Paintings. Or the collapse of time in images.

I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

To live another person's life is quite a weird thing.

Thought, without the data on which to structure that thought, leads nowhere.