“You can sit with us. You can live beside us.You can play your music. You can listen to mine.We can dance together.We can share our food. We can keep an eye on each other’s kids. We can teach each other new languages.We can respect traditions.We can build new ones.You can ask for a cup of sugar. You can ask for directions.You can tell me when things are hard.You can tell me when beautiful things happen.We can listen to stories.We can disagree.We can agree. We can come to understandings.You can wear what you want.You can pray as you feel compelled to.You can love who you want.You can sit with us.” ― Elizabeth Tambascio

“Each time a person passes by you and you say ‘hello’, imagine that person turning into a candle. The more positivity, love and light you reflect, the more light is mirrored your way. Sharing beautiful hellos is the quickest way to earn spiritual brownie points. You should start seeing hellos as small declarations of faith. Every time you say hello to a stranger, your heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.” ― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously – no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feelings for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner – no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses … for in him also Christ ‘vere latitat’ – the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory