To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.

The universe is a trillion, trillion threads moving in seemingly unrelated directions. Yet when you look at them together, they create a remarkable tapestry.

You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.

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.

The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

We can only lose what we have first claimed.

Magna est veritas, et praevalebit: truth is mighty, and will prevail