Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not. It is a note that only we can hear. Eventually, when life makes us ready to listen, it will help us to find our way home.

Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you - all of the expectations, all of the beliefs - and becoming who you are.

The secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.

Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.

Life offers its wisdom generously. Everything teaches. Not everyone learns.

The willingness to consider possibility requires a tolerance of uncertainty.

Our listening creates a sanctuary for the homeless parts within another person.

Big messages come in small packages. All it may take to restore someone's trust in life may be returning a lost earring or a dropped glove.

Life is as complex as we are. Sometimes our vulnerability is our strength, our fear develops our courage, and our woundedness is the road to our integrity. It is not an either/or world.

In the silence of listening, you can know yourself in everyone, the unseen singing softly to itself and to you.

Sooner or later we will come to the edge of all that we can control and find life, waiting there for us.

The Duke is worried you lack the fitness to walk up Bond Street. You’re generation lacks the drive.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

The prosecution wants to make sure the process by which the evidence was obtained is not truthfully presented, because, as often as not, that process will raise questions.

Time is one's best friend, teaching best of all the wisdom of silence.

Tim Tebow may be back in the NFL with the Philadelphia Eagles. As you remember, he was thrown out of the league when he landed his gyrocopter on the White House lawn.

I do write by hand. I just think - I don't know, it's a physical thing for me. It's a bodily thing. It literally has to earn its way through my hand.

Realism...has no more to do with reality than anything else.

The transitory interests of royal houses may be advanced in war; the real interests of all people are furthered by the peace.

I don't think anything is as magical as a fairy tale experience by a child.

No matter what these people say about me, my music doesn't glorify any image. My music is spiritual when you listen to it. It's all about emotion, I tell my innermost, darkest secrets.