A family is too frail a vessel to contain the risks of all the warring impulses expressed when such a group meets on common ground.

Sometimes, we find common ground; more often, we don't.

Food is our common ground, a universal experience.

Democracy requires common ground on which all can stand, but that ground is sinking beneath our feet, and democracy may be going down the sinkhole with it.

Stories are the common ground that allow people to connect, despite all our defences and all our differences.

In a politically diverse nation, only by finding that common ground can we achieve results for the common good.