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.

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.

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.

When politicians presume to do God's work, they do not become divine but diabolical.

How many women are there ... who because of their husbands' harshness spend their weary lives in the bond of marriage in greater suffering than if they were slaves among the Saracens?

Losing someone is like when the sun comes through a window, moving across the room with each hour, until night falls and all you can do is try to remember the soothing shapes it made.

Misery loves another idiot with a jukebox where his soul should be.

Over-learning & over-preparing gives you the winning edge in any area.

I don't know if I have the patience and I don't have a trainers license but I will help out. Whether I want to do that full time, I doubt it.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

I'm kind of a one-note at a time, one finger keyboard player.

Hope and change are hard-fought things.

Undoubtedly the war with Iraq was a tragedy. I think it was also a crime.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.