My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

And joy is always a promise.

To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.

Remember the root word of humble and human is the same: humus: earth. We are dust. We are created; it is God who made us and not we ourselves. But we were made to be co-creators with our maker.

Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself.

That's something I've noticed about food: whenever there's a crisis if you can get people to eating normally things get better.

if a book is not good enough for a grownup, it is not good enough for a child.