“Christ shared our experience; he suffered as we suffer; he died as we shall die, and for forty days in the desert he underwent the struggle between good and evil.”

From aquaintances we conceal our real selves. To our friends we reveal our weaknesses.

As one of the best things in your life was human love, this will be love, but much more satisfying, and it will last forever.

Soon after you’re dead – we’re not sure how long – but not long, you’ll be united with the most ecstatic love you’ve ever known.

Moral choices do not depend on personal preference and private decision but on right reason and, I would add, divine order.

Why God should want and need us is a mystery. But it is true: otherwise he would not have created us and life would ultimately have no meaning for us.

The great gift of Easter is hope – Christian hope which makes us have that confidence in God, in his ultimate triumph, and in his goodness and love, which nothing can shake.

It is good to remember that in God the is a constancy, a consistency of attitude which never changes, irrespective of what we are or how we act: he never changes in is wanting us or needing us.

We have really lost in our society the sense of the sacredness of life.

Death remains about the one certain fact in the lives of each one of us, and there will be suffering, sorrow, and sadness next week as there was last week.

Deep down, we remain human, very human and have all the desires to love and be loved by one person.

Operating systems are like underwear – nobody really wants to look at them.

From the cradle to the coffin underwear comes first.

This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me.

I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous – everyone hasn’t met me yet.

I played guitar. I’ve always considered myself an actor, but I wasn’t making a living as an actor. So I was in a couple of folk groups that managed to keep me in underwear and burritos.

You can try on our suede underwear if you choose. Do what you want, but don’t step on my blue suede shoes.

When every piece of furniture and your underwear are taken by the bank, when you lose your house in Florida, in New York,