Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
If you want to be free, there is but one way; it is to guarantee an equally full measure of liberty to all your neighbors. There is no other.
-Carl Schurz
...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...
-John Geddes
If you believe what you like in the gospels, and reject what you don't like, it is not the gospel you believe, but yourself.
-Saint Augustine of Hippo
Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday.
-Fulton J. Sheen
