the Sioux did not rejoice. Too many of their own had been lost that day. When

I used to watch Babita and Vinesh win medals. I was happy for my sisters but at the same time I felt bad for not being a part of the contingent.

To consider persons and events and situations only in the light of their effect upon myself is to live on the doorstep of hell.

Love . . . includes fellowship in suffering, in joy and in effort.

I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.

A demonstration of sincere concern can be a strong building block of love.

Deep friendships are forged in the fire of pain.

You can't hold a man down without staying down with him.

Don't sit on your patio in the high noon of your tranquility and make light of the huts that people build in the midnight of their desperation.

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.

Often people request prayers for deliverance, inner healing, or physical healing. But more frequently they simply want a man or woman to whom they can turn--not because of what this person is able to do but because of what he or she is: a person who makes them feel wanted, a friend to love them, one who generates an atmosphere of warmth and trust in which they are able to love in return.

When I am divided within myself, when I am so preoccupied with my own sins, egocentricity, and moral failures that I cannot hear the anguished cry of others, then I have subtly reestablished self as the center of my focus and concern.