Are we meant to be pilgrims of the depths?

Pain too much to handle also comes with exquisite beauty, as common as dirt, as unexpected as grace.

There was healing in the tyranny, and tyranny in the healing.

In this waiting, there is witness.

The line between the living and the dead may not be much of a line at all, but the terrain is not for the weak of heart.

Honoring a life is honoring the wide open space of wilderness and unknowing where the sacred dwells.

Resurrection does not come without crucifixion, and you cannot celebrate Easter without living Good Friday.

What is known might sometimes sustain us, but what is unknown will save us.

Grief would weave itself among the threads of love and life and hope, and I was starting to believe that what came of it all would still one day be beautiful.

Tracks were adumbrations of the energy of life all about us, the recent history book of wilderness.

We take care of our health we lay up money we make our roof tight and our clothing sufficient but who provides wisely that he shall not be wanting in the best property of all-friends.

After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero.

Hey Baby. Baby? You're kidding me, right? I was trying it out. No? No.

Dead men would start and move toward me to learn of love.

A remarkable thing about the Silicon Valley culture is that its status structure is so based on technical accomplishment and prowess.

A strong player, which has the sufficient critical mass, can withhold pressure better and create a more stable environment that benefits shareholders as well as employees.

Well, the thing that I learned as a diplomat is that human relations ultimately make a huge difference.

Laughter is the language of the soul.

I don't want to sound like an old grandmother but actually it's quite nice when you get up early and then, by the time it gets to 10am, you're quite perky and already quite switched on.