An English teacher often wrote little notes on student essays. Often she worked late, and as the hours passed, her handwriting deteriorated.
One day a student came to her after class with an essay that had been returned. "I can't make out this comment you wrote on my paper," he said
The teacher took the paper and, after studying it, sheepishly replied,
"It says that you should write more legibly!"
"We won't have a cure for diseases until we first have a cure for greed."
The waitress comes over and recognizes the family seated at the table -- Mr. and Mrs. Smith and their little son, Jonathan. She says, "Jonathan, what would you like?"
The Birth of Christ is the eucatastrophe of Man's history. The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation. This story begins and ends in joy. . . . There is no tale ever told that men would rather find was true. . . . This story is supreme; and it is true. Art has been verified. God is the Lord, of angels, and of men - and of elves. Legend and History have met and fused."
A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little one's chests, would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own hearts. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but he never got a response equal to four-year old David's comment.