“The greatest gift you ever give is your honest self.”

Whatever we choose to imagine can be as private as we want it to be. Nobody knows what you’re thinking or feeling unless you share it.

You make each day a special day. You know how, by just your being you.

The only thing evil can’t stand is forgiveness.

I don’t think anyone can grow unless he’s loved exactly as he is now, appreciated for what he is rather than what he will be.

It’s a mistake to think that we have to be lovely to be loved by human beings or by God.

Peace means far more than the opposite of war.

Everyone longs to be loved. And the greatest thing we can do is to let people know that they are loved and capable of loving.

There is no normal life that is free of pain. It’s the very wrestling with our problems that can be the impetus for our growth.

I hope you’re proud of yourself for the times you’ve said “yes,” when all it meant was extra work for you and was seemingly helpful only to someone else.

The connections we make in the course of a life, maybe that’s what heaven is.

Love and trust, in the space between what’s said and what’s heard in our life, can make all the difference in the world.

Life is for service.

Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.

Love begins with listening.

All I know to do is to light the candle that has been given to me.

Try your best to make goodness attractive. That’s one of the toughest assignments you’ll ever be given.

He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.

For my confirmation, I didn’t get a watch and my first pair of long pants, like most Lutheran boys. I got a telescope. My mother thought it would make the best gift.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.

Indeed, the hereditary gift of prophecy will go to the grave with me.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.