Do not waste this life in vain pursuits.

Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you.

The prayer of one who does not consider himself a sinner is not accepted by the Lord.

Above anything, welcome silence, for it brings fruits that no tongue can speak of, neither can it be explained.

Conquer evil people by gentle kindness, and make zealous people wonder at your goodness. Put the lover of legality to shame by your compassion.

Love is the fruit of prayer ... Patiently abiding in prayer signifies a man's renunciation of himself. Therefore the self-denial of the soul turns into love for God.

As a handful of sand thrown into the ocean, so are the sins of all flesh as compared with the mind of God.

The man with a heart cannot think about or see creatures without his eyes filling up with tears because of the immense compassion which seizes his heart.

Someone who bears a grudge while he prays is like a person who sows in the sea and expects to reap a harvest.

The man who follows Christ in solitary mourning is greater than he who praises Christ amid the congregation of men.

This life has been given to you for repentance; do not waste it in vain pursuits.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world belief and imagination fade away and so do we.

You have a right to be you. It is a privilege for others to be around you.

There are worse things than suffering and death... it is worse to lose one's self-respect.

Not to sound overly cheesy but I really appreciate the freedom we have in America - especially as a female.

I love songs that are very autobiographical.

I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.

You can not operate in this room unless you believe that you are Superman, and whatever happens, you're capable of solving the problem.

In my piano concerto I developed this polyphony to much higher complexity

We're all crazy. What's your specific form of crazy?

And that unusual squawking sound is actually the mating call of the the rare...oh, it's just an oboe player.