Each day has a color, a smell.

Each spice has a special day to it. For turmeric it is Sunday, when light drips fat and butter-colored into the bins to be soaked up glowing, when you pray to the nine planets for love and luck.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.

You can't always control what happens to you but you can master how you react to it.

It is not sufficient for artistic expressions to serve as "signposts declaring what it is to be fully human." They should impart a vision of what it can be to become divine.

Always give without remembering and always receive without forgetting.

we create ourselves as we go along

I guess you could say I've been writing all my life.

L'homme est une passion inutile. Man is a useless passion.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

Nothing comes out more clearly in astronomical observations than the immense activity of the universe.

Cynics always say no. Saying yes leads to knowledge. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.

Live in such a way that if someone should speak badly of you, no one would believe it.