It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.

All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.

We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made sounds to us. It would be hard to find three men sitting side by side who knew better what a river was saying.

Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.

At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.

...life every now and then becomes literature...as if life had been made and not happened.