I've written a lot of autobiography, which also involved listening.

The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.

Your vocation in life is where your greatest joy meets the world's greatest need.

We find by losing. We hold fast by letting go. We become something new by ceasing to be something old.

Pay attention to the things that bring a tear to your eye or a lump in your throat because they are signs that the holy is drawing near.

Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.

The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.

The world says, The more you take, the more you have. Christ says, the more you give, the more you are.

The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.

Before walking in someone else’s shoes, you have to remove your shoes first.

She wasn't entirely sure how she felt, All she knew was that he entered her world And she felt more alive than she had before, secretly wishing he was feeling the same.

Ruefully admitting we can neither remain children nor all become artists still less saints and mystics, we turn back, regretfully, but massively, to the time-ridden world.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

There's no sauce for play like work.

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

Your faith will not grow by chance, but by choice.

And if you ever need self-validation, Just meet me in the alley by the railway station

. . . in the final analysis, virtue is not found in extremes, but in prudence . . .

My aesthetic is probably closer to a 15-year-old's than my dad's, but I get his conviction.