The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

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

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

Some so fear the future that they suffocate the present. It's like committing suicide to avoid being murdered.

Sometimes our arms are so full with the burdens we carry that it hinders our view of the load those around us are staggering beneath.

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.