The recognition of pain and fear in others give rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.

Fire, ice, asteroids and pole shifts are bogeymen with which we distract ourselves from the real threat of our time. In an age when everyone invents his own truth, there is no community, only factions. Without community, there can be no consensus to resist the greedy, the envious, the power-mad narcissists who seize control and turn the institutions of civilization into a series of doom machines.

Intuition is seeing with the soul.

Never, never try to scope the market.

Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

Whiskers of the cat, Webbed toes on my swimming dog; God is in the details.

Little mouse, you were so quick, so bright, so sweet, so full of life. And you still are everything you were then. None of it’s lost forever. All that promise, all that hope, that love and goodness—it’s still inside you. No one can take the gifts God gave you. Only you.