How can I help this son of mine see when I can't see? The parent must always self-parent first, self-preach before child-teach, because who can bring peace unless they've held their own peace?

...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.

A life contemplating the blessings of Christ becomes a life acting the love of Christ.

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Simplicity is ultimately a matter of focus.

Eucharisteo—thanksgiving—always precedes the miracle.

Thanksgiving-giving thanks in everything-prepares the way that God might show us His fullest salvation in Christ.

Sometimes you don’t know when you’re taking the first step through a door until you’re already inside.

Satan prowls but he’s a lion on a leash

We all men want a bad girl friend, but a good wife.

I live a dual life. On the red carpet, it's complete glam. But at home, I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. Simple can be beautiful.

I don't cook, I can't cook, and it is really abominable to see me in the kitchen. I order in takeaway food or get my friends to cook because a lot of them are very good.

Tell me what are the prevailing sentiments that occupy the minds of your young peoples, and I will tell you what is to be the character of the next generation.

It takes a lot of effort to win back credibility after having lost it so heavily.

I urge all who have not yet received these greatest of all blessings within the walls of the temple to do whatever may be necessary to qualify to receive them.

To show the potentialities of a brighter future we must first resuscitate the visions of a better past.

The 1910 Edison film of Frankenstein was itself a dead thing revived by technology.

So the America I came to know growing up was filled with all the excitement and possibilities found in living the American dream.

No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.