Sometimes it's hard not to let other people's misery seep into your own bones.

If we know that we all came from the same place and our destination is the same, then how could there be any conflicts? Why are we are loving each other and why we are not in peace?

There's a problem with the hierarchical orientation, though. When the numbers get too big, the thing breaks down. A pecking order can hold only so many chickens.

God is a sound frequency, and we can all tune in if we just listen. Some find The Rhythm through different melodies, but it's all music.

Writers write to influence their readers, their preachers, their auditors, but always, at bottom, to be more themselves.

In or out of marriage, abortion is not an individual choice. At a minimum, three lives are involved.

Henry's breath hissed out through his teeth. That ba-bad man, he finished, with a quick glance at Cecily, who rolled her eyes.

I think that the richer and deeper documentation is on the web, the better off we all are.

Living in London is like being on a luxury cruise liner.

Let us bind ourselves tightly to the Sorrowful Heart of our Heavenly Mother and reflect on it's boundless grief and how precious is our soul.

It is foolish to be convinced without evidence, but it is equally foolish to refuse to be convinced by real evidence.