As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

We love those whom we serve (p. 26)

Regret is the most tiresome of companions.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

It is a peculiar thing to believe that you know someone intimately only to find that you really do not. It is like finishing a book only to discover that you have missed several key chapters. THE LETTER Chapter 9 page 104

The most important story we'll ever write in life is our own-not with ink, but with our daily choices.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.