Embracing conflict can become a joy when we know that irritation and frustration can lead to growth and fascination.

The quality of our lives depends not on whether or not we have conflicts, but on how we respond to them.

Conflict can be seen as a gift of energy, in which neither side loses and a new dance is created.

Instead of seeing the rug being pulled from under us, we can learn to dance on the shifting carpet.

Being willing to change allows you to move from a point of view to a viewing point - a higher, more expansive place, from which you can see both sides.

Change does not take time - it takes commitment.

Our lives are not dependent on whether or not we have conflict. It is what we do with conflict that makes the difference.

Conflict isn't negative, it just is.

It is very difficult to apply the old Indian adage 'Do not judge another until you have walked a mile in his moccasins,' unless you get out of your own moccasins first.

When conflict becomes a win-lose contest in our minds, we immediately try to win.

It is hard to change our point of view in a conflict. Most often, it is because we are not nearly as interested in resolving the conflict and possibly creating a new "pearl" as we are in being right.

We no longer find our identity or value in having the right theology or being a part of the right denomination.

Concentration is a powerful force, it is the mark of seriousness that attracts certain energies to complete your half-done work.

The treaties of the United States, to have any force at all, must be considered as part of the law of the land.

Great talkers, little doers.

I call myself a feminist. Isn't that what you call someone who fights for women's rights?

Eternal truth, eternal righteousness, eternal love; these only can triumph, for these only can endure.

President Obama should be championing American prominence, not apologizing for it.

There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.

Cocaine eyes won't hide your face.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.