At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true, and what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.

Ours is an age in which thousands are driven daily from their homelands by the unforgiving brutalities of war, terrorism, political oppression, starvation, disease, economic piracy, and the relentless suffocation of that singular breath which makes human beings individuals.

If life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.

The fate that condemns or saves one sooner or later often condemns or saves another.