The world is filled with human toxins -- not the darkness that we all occasionally crave, but actually people who are so unwilling to bask in the angelic light that is offered us all that they grow poisonous -- and you can pray for their eventual recovery and healing. And sometimes those prayers will be answered. But sometimes these individuals have been vaccinated against goodness and against angels and they are so unwilling to give an inch to their God that often they never (and I use this expression absolutely literally) see the light.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.

Dead … might not be quiet at all.

A single, ordinary person still can make a difference - and single, ordinary people are doing precisely that every day.

With age comes acumen. With experience comes insight.

When it seems you have nothing at all to live for, death is not especially frightening.

He defined himself almost wholly in the negative: It was not who he was, it was who he was not.