Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

When you're rotten about yourself, you become rotten to everyone else, even those you love.

Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.

I believe that you live on inside the hearts and minds of everyone you've touched while you were here on earth.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

There are no random acts.

We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.