Never tell a child that something it's too hard

But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

Did you feel guilty cursing God--you, of all people?' No,' he said. 'Because even in doing so, I was recognizing there was a greater power than me.' He paused. And that is how I began to heal.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass.

Much of what we called "depression" was really dissatisfaction, a result of setting a bar impossibly high or expecting treasures we weren't willing to work for.

We all know how to be a child.