Our whole social order could self-destruct over the obsession with freedom disconnected from responsibility; where choice is imagined to be somehow independent of consequences.

Mature love has a bliss not even imagined by newlyweds.

We are able to feel and learn very quickly through music, through art, through poetry some spiritual things that we would otherwise learn very slowly.

A testimony of the hope of redemption is something which cannot be measured or counted. Jesus Christ is the source of that hope.

I hope to be judged as good a man as my father. Before I hear those words "well done" from my Heavenly Father, I hope to first hear them from my mortal father.

Repentance is the key with which we can unlock the prison from inside. We hold that key within our hands, and agency is ours to use it.

If you stumble, rise up, go on.