I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.

You cannot sift out the poor from the community. The poor are indispensable to the rich.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

Upon surgery, they discovered the wine cork from the New Year's Eve party.

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.