As a beam of sunlight sent through a room will at once reveal numberless motes floating in the air of the room, so a ray of Divine love let into the heart will immediately make visible to us a cloud of imperfections of which we were before entirely unaware. – B. Wilkinson
Because we believe that our ethnic group, our society, our political party, our God, is better than your God, we kill each other. – Neale Donald Walsch
