People feel guilty. And guilt is stymieing. Guilt immobilizes. Guilt closes the air ducts and the veins, and makes people ignorant.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.

A joyful spirit is evidence of a grateful heart.

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful.

Some of us are timid. We think we have something to lose so we don't try for that next hill.

If you have, give. If you learn, teach.