Remember, the greatest gift is not found in a store nor under a tree, but in the hearts of true friends.

Saint Frances of Hollywood.

Never console yourself into believing that the terror has passed, for it looms as large and evil today as it did in the despicable era of Bedlam.

I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always?