There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives. but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

Man's glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in 'his goodness,' for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God's will.

When Lincoln was asked if God was on the Union’s side, Lincoln’s unvarying response was that what was really important was whether they were on God’s side.

Lincoln grew immeasurably as he came to think of himself as an “instrument of God’s will.

Man’s glory lies not, Lincoln thought, in ‘his goodness, ’ for this is often nonexistent. He derives glory, instead, from his being made in the image of the Living God.

There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?

Your identity is not of your making

Problem can get bigger or smaller, it all depends on how we view it individually.

This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité. Liberty, equality, fraternity. Watchword of French Revolution. And bold and hard adventures t' undertake, Leaving his country for his country's sake.

It is necessity and not pleasure that compels us.

A story lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken

Whoever wishes to be delivered from the Fire and enter the Garden should die with faith in God and the Last Day and should treat the people as he wishes to be treated by them.

Please pray with me for everyone in Sri Lanka and the Philippines as I begin my trip.

What was transformative was being at the inauguration, reading my poem, and realizing that the quest for home and identity had always been part of my work, but that I'd been home all along.

Let it not be said that no one cared, that no one objected once it’s realized that our liberties and wealth are in jeopardy.