Every time you choose to love, you have also just chosen to die.
It seems we are suffering from a very narrow and self serving reading of the Gospel right now.
Nature is the one song of praise that never stops singing.
We are usually on bended knee before laws or angrily reacting against them, both immature responses.
The best criticism of the bad is the practice of the better.
I think it's important to remember that by the second half of our lives, we are meant to see in wholes, and no longer just in parts.