After one has been in prison, it is the small things that one appreciates: being able to take a walk whenever one wants, going into a shop and buying a newspaper, speaking or choosing to remain silent. The simple act of being able to control one's person.

The kitchen table is where we mark milestones, divulge dreams, bury hatchets, make deals, give thanks, plan vacations, and tell jokes. It's also where children learn the lessons that families teach: manners, cooperation, communication, self-control, values.

The simple act of caring is heroic.

It is to our own detriment that we underestimate the might of small and simple things.

What's fulfilling is being happy and being able to help other people. The simple things.

It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.