After a half-century of hard work and reflection the wall is still there.
The world is a heap of people, a sea of tiny flames.
Many small people, in small places, doing small things can change the world.
I don't believe in charity. I believe in solidarity. Charity is so vertical. It goes from the top to the bottom. Solidarity is horizontal. It respects the other person. I have a lot to learn from other people.
Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor shed light, but others blaze with life so fiercely that you can’t look at them without blinking, and if you approach you shine in the fire.
Scientists say that human beings are made of atoms, but a little bird told me that we are also made of stories
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow -- we're identical!
It wasn't until Castro marched triumphantly into Cuba that you might say the whole thing grew into a Marxist revolution.
We must recover the whole sense of gift, of gratuitousness, of solidarity. Rampant capitalism has taught the logic of profit at all costs, of giving to get, of exploitation without looking at the person. . . and we see the results in the crisis we are experiencing! This Home is a place that teaches charity, a "school" of charity, which instructs me to go encounter every person, not for profit, but for love.
Cherish your human connections: your relationships with friends and family.