Yesterday, in the middle of a meeting, the man to my left leaned toward me, holding a book in front of me and pointing to a page, and said in a low voice but forceful voice. . . .

Here are three true things. . . .

Recently, a friend cut her finger while she was chopping vegetables. She grabbed the hurt finger and said, “That was stupid. People who do this sort of thing. . . .

When I really love somebody in a head-over-heels way, I want all sorts of good for him. I hope and dream. . . .

A few days ago, I saw a porcupine lying on the roadside as if he were sleeping--his furry face and leathery paws resting easy in the grass. . . .

I want to see always the gifts that God is always giving, so I have been looking for them. Sometimes I collect them in writing. . . .