The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things.

A meal, however simple, is a moment of intersection. It is at once the most basic, the most fundamental, of our life's activities, maintaining the life of our bodies; shared with others it can be an occasion of joy and communion, uniting people deeply.

Why is it that we are born remembering, and live forgetting?

I have long been convinced that families are the primary agents of social change in any society.

For the real difference between happiness and joy is that one is grounded in this world, the other in eternity. Happiness cannot encompass suffering and evil. Joy can. Happiness depends on the present. Joy leaps into the future and triumphantly creates a new present out of it.

When three generations are present in a family, one of them is bound to be revolutionary.

Peace cultures thrive on and are nourished by visions of how things might be, in a world where sharing and caring are part of the accepted lifeways for everyone.