I am an artist, but you do not necessarily have to have a brush or a pen to express something which can make another person feel great and hopeful. And this natural artistry can grow.

As I skied, I suddenly became aware of a big hare hopping along in the light snow: It stopped, sat back on its hind legs, pricked up its ears, looked at me, and then hopped on again.

We walk down that path each day - my six-year-old daughter and I - on her way to school. We must have passed within feet of the dead body. They cordoned off the path and we came home from school another way.

As the centuries pass the laws of the universe are being discovered and revealed in all their perfection and beauty.

Propped on his knees was a book on euthanasia. He explained to me that this was what he wanted - a quick, easy end to a long, active life.

We try to establish our worth through our fullness. Plugging all the gaps becomes an obsession.

A short story by Alan Thornhill

In countries that face oppression one can find people possessed of an inner liberty which many of those living in conditions of external freedom have yet to discover.

In such a setting the shivers of despair which get buried at each report of tragedy can be safely brought to the surface of one's spirit.

I was walking with someone I had known for 18 years, but I had never really become his friend. That someone was my father.