Our most difficult task as a friend is to offer understanding when we don't understand.

Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.

Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.

I have never met anyone who wanted to save the world without my financial support.

Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

Today, befriend a stranger, or if you feel up to more of a challenge, befriend a loved one.