There are moments when tribulations occur in our lives, and we cannot avoid them. But they are there for some reason.

Even if I live not in a big city, even if I detest to go to parties, I love street fairs and long conversations with people in the countryside.

The only reason anyone would sell salt more cheaply than usual would be because he was desperate for money. And anyone who took advantage of that situation would be showing a lack of respect for the sweat and struggle of the man who laboured to produce it.

I am love, I am music, she thinks. Let’s dance.

Love is a complicated path, and that path can lead us up to heaven or hurl us down into hell.

O God, when I listen to the voices of animals, the sounds of trees, the murmurings of water, the singing of birds, the whistling of the wind, or the boom of thunder, I see in them evidence of Your unity; I feel that You are supreme power, omniscience, supreme knowledge, and supreme justice. I recognize You, O God, in the trials I am going through. May Your pleasure be my pleasure, too. May I be Your joy, the joy that a Father feels for a son. And may I think of You calmly and with determination, even when I find it hard to say I love You.

The search for something can prove as interesting as finding it.