sharing

May we love another, for love is of God.

Christmas is the spirit of love, peace and goodwill to all Humankind. It is within the reach of every heart and hand.

Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose?

As long as your work remains unwritten in your head, it has no effect on anyone. Except you. And not in a good way. Once you let your idea out of the hermetically sealed vault of your brain and out into the fresh air, it will immediately start to evolve. The minute you get it down on a piece of paper, it will change.And once you let it out of the house _ once someone else gets to experience it _ everything is changed.You are changed. The project is changed. The audience is changed.That__ the alchemy of art.

I think we each come out of the womb with some unique way of looking at the world and if we don't express it, we loose faith in ourselves.

Relatedness is vital in a time when so many people suffer from social deafness. Emotional insensitivity being caused by a redoubtable __in ear_ makes it impossible to hear any signs of empathy or capture the vibrant qualities of __haring_. ("Only needed a light ")

To share is just to align with a person.

Secrets make life more interesting. You can be in a crowded room with someone and touch them without touching, just with a look, because they know a part of you no one else knows. And whenever you're with them, the two of you are alone, because the you they see no one else can.

Sometimes, Anselm _ and especially with the most important parts of our lives _ we cannot share who we are. We can give the facts, as information, to a stranger; but with a friend we want to give that little bit more, something that changes the facts into flesh and spirit . . . and at certain times we can__ do it. Because ultimately we can__ give away our depths: they lie beyond our grasp. It is when we most want to do so that we realize how immense we are . . . more vast and mysterious than the night sky; and alone.

Even though friends say they are interested in your life, they never really want to talk about you as much as you want them to. (68)

It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none.

I love you so much I want to share youwith yourself.I know you do not insist that I do, but I love you so much I want to shareGod with you.

Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.

When we fully understand the brevity of life, its fleeting joys and unavoidable pains; when we accept the facts that all men and women are approaching an inevitable doom: the consciousness of it should make us more kindly and considerate of each other. This feeling should make men and women use their best efforts to help their fellow travelers on the road, to make the path brighter and easier as we journey on. It should bring a closer kinship, a better understanding, and a deeper sympathy for the wayfarers who must live a common life and die a common death.

The artist lives to have stories to tell and to learn to tell them well.

As always, self-esteem had created an ability to be generous.

A good reader should always have two books with him: one to read, the other one to lend.

If your friend wishes to read your 'Plutarch's Lives,' 'Shakespeare,' or 'The Federalist Papers,' tell him gently but firmly, to buy a copy. You will lend him your car or your coat - but your books are as much a part of you as your head or your heart.