It's hard to determine where lies culpability.

We should embrace our immigrant roots and recognize that newcomers to our land are not part of the problem, they are part of the solution.

Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members - the last, the least, the littlest.

I'm very close to the pro-life movement.

I personally believe, as church law sets out, that sanctions are an absolute last resort, particularly penal sanctions of depriving people of the sacraments.

The church also does not condone a broken immigration system in the U.S., one that too easily can lead to the exploitation, abuse and even death of immigrants.

With respect to Holy Communion, it is up to the communicant to decide whether they are in a state of grace and worthy to receive the Eucharist. Each one of us makes that decision.

Canon law itself says for one case of guilt, a priest can be dismissed from the clerical state. One.

Immigration should be enforced in a proportional and humane manner.

By and large the United States has been able to resist the temptation to close its doors to the world.

I found out that many of our Catholics simply don't know what the church teaches, and why, on a lot of issues, and therefore are saying things that they think are okay. They simply don't know.

Be courageous enough to learn from failures and bold enough to begin anew.

Science is something that you have facts. They can be tested. They can be checked. Heterosexual AIDS, another one.

My open workouts are like fight day. I've got a lot of pressure on me and I ride it to the top.

In abandoning the vagueness of the sketch the artist shows more of his personality by revealing the range but also the limitations of his talent.

Only unfulfilled love can be romantic

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

I'm receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken.

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

The world has the habit of making room for the man whose actions show that he knows where he is going.

He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.