“We are destined for joy no matter how difficult our daily life. Something in us responds to the happiness other people experience, because we glimpse life as God intended it to be.”

Laughter dulls the sharpest pain and flattens out the greatest stress. To share it is to give a gift of health.

Growing is a lifetime job, and we grow most when we’re down in the valleys, where the fertilizer is.

Prayer is asking for rain and faith is carrying the umbrella.

The joy of motherhood: what a mother experiences when all her children are in bed

God will never let you sink under your circumstances. He always provides a safety net and His love always encircles.

I think living to be one hundred would be great, but living to fifty twice would be so much better.

Don’t let your life speed out of control. Live intentionally. Do something today that will last beyond your lifetime.

We are Easter people living in a Good Friday world.

As you’re rushing through life, take time to stop a moment, look into people’s eyes, say something kind, and try to make them laugh!

Worry is the senseless process of cluttering up tomorrows opportunities with leftover problems from today

True love doesn’t have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.

We cannot protect ourselves from trouble, but we can dance through the puddles of life with a rainbow smile, twirling the only umbrella we need — the umbrella of God’s love.

Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.

Change is a process not an event.

We spend our lives dreaming of the future, not realizing that a little of it slips away every day.

All we can take with us to heaven is what we leave behind in the lives we touch.

It does get strange when you realize people will hang around for hours to get a glimpse of you doing scenes outside.

There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.

The mystics are the only ones who have gained a glimpse into what is possible when this same capacity [for creation] is used primarily in the service of the individual himself instead of for the creation of art.

In history and in life one sometimes seems to glimpse a ferocious law which states: to he that has, will be given; from he that has not, will be taken away.

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who – one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.

Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

It has been modified by many great revolutions, brought about by an inner mechanism of which we very imperfectly comprehend the movements; but of which we gain a glimpse by studying their effects: