When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

Glorious is the tumult of the waves that crash against a vessel, preparing it for the seas of life.

On an altar of prejudice we crucify our own, yet the blood of all children is the color of God.

It's something families could do together. They can be passed on from father to son, or father to daughter.

I don't believe that heaven waits for only those who congregate.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

Lessons that come easy are not lessons at all. They are gracious acts of luck. Yet lessons learned the hard way are lessons never forgotten.