Everyone carries with them at least one piece to someone else's puzzle.

A mystic is anyone who has the gnawing suspicion that the apparent discord, brokenness, contradictions and discontinuities that assault us every day might conceal a hidden unity.

The first mystery is simply that there is a mystery, a mystery that can never be explained or understood, only encountered from time to time. Nothing is obvious. Everything conceals something else.

Hold up your hands before your eyes. You are looking at the hands of God.

Our tolerance for forms of religious expression we disagree with is a precise barometer of our own spiritual security.

The only thing truly within our power, may be whether or not we will behave in each moment with arrogance or reverence.

Religion is a more or less organized way of remembering that every ministry points to a higher reality.

Sometimes before your luck can be good, someone else's has to be bad

Sit back and enjoy. And remember: Always be careful what you say around your kids.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

Pray v: to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.

It's amazing, it doesn't feel like it has been 10 years since retirement.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

You are only pretentious if you are not sincere.

Punch a man on the nose, kick an old man downstairs, shoot somebody or any old thing like that, that’s my job. But argue with women in love—no thank you!