The world is a living image of God.

The world is a living image of God.

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more

Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to read more

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.

How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, read more

How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, I wish I had time. Time for what? Time to work in the Church, to serve in our communities and time to improve our minds. Think again of these twenty-four hours that are given to us.

Memory is the thing you forget with.

Memory is the thing you forget with.

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, read more

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.

There's never enough time to do it right, but there's always enough time to do it over.

There's never enough time to do it right, but there's always enough time to do it over.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.