It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.

Years ago I heard the Indian Jesuit Raimundo Panikkar say: Expect Nothing.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

To surrender to ignorance and call it God has always been premature, and it remains premature today.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." "Are you... drunk?

To me, a wilderness is where the flow of wildness is essentially uninterrupted by technology; without wilderness the world is a cage.

The role of the Buddhist teacher is to explain your options and to show you what creates karma. All our discussions are basically karmic until you're fully engaged in samadhi.

A God comprehended is no God. (Ein begriffener Gott ist kein Gott.)

If I believe in something, I will fight for it, with all I have. But I do not demand all or nothing. I would rather get something than nothing.

It's like my whole world is coming undone, but when I write, my pencil is a needle and thread, and I'm stitching the scraps back together.

Not having to travel and being able to settle in has helped me in training life and school life. I've learned to get a grip and take care of myself.

The purpose of guilt is to bring us to the Lord, after that it has no purpose.

What has reason to do with the art of painting?