There is nothing stronger than a heart which loves and is freely given.

To love someone is to show to them their beauty, their worth and their importance.

Love doesn't mean doing extraordinary or heroic things. It means knowing how to do ordinary things with tenderness.

Each person is sacred, no matter what his or her culture, religion, handicap, or fragility. Each person is created in God’s image; each one has a heart, a capacity to love and to be loved.

Community is not an ideal; it is people. It is you and I. In community we are called to love people just as they are with their wounds and their gifts, not as we want them to be.

Growth begins when we start to accept our own weakness

One of the marvelous things about community is that it enables us to welcome and help people in a way we couldn't as individuals.

I am struck by how sharing our weakness and difficulties is more nourishing to others than sharing our qualities and successes.

Those we most often exclude from the normal life of society, people with disabilities, have profound lessons to teach us

Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own.

Love is to recognize that the other person is a person, is precious, is important and has value.

Romantic haste in drama bringstears and sighs when the hero diesbut the curtain fall is finalwhen in life we take the tragic wayThe sunset too is a glorious thingbut with it ends the day.

You will never know loneliness when you have a dog, when you lose that dog it will be loneliness like you've never known.

Magic is always been there, just believe, then you'll see it

The ones who say "you can't" and "you won't" are probably the ones that are scared that you will.

So many teachers teach us but we shall always remember certain teachers

Even now we can draw back. But once we cross that little bridge we must settle things by the sword.

If the feminist program goes to pieces on the arrival of the first baby, it's false and useless.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.

I like change and I like contrast.

Now did you know if a stick insect laid it's eggs in a jar of Bovril it will give birth to a litter of twiglets.