The God of the incarnation is more domestic than monastic.

Sanctity has to do with gratitude. To be a saint is to be fueled by gratitude, nothing more and nothing less.

We get ready for death by beginning to live life as we should have been living it all along.

Becoming like Jesus is as much as about having a relaxed and joyful heart as it is about believing and doing the right thing, as much about proper energy as about proper truth.

We prepare to die by pushing ourselves to love less narrowly. In that sense, readying ourselves for death is really an ever-widening entry into life.

Grace, not willpower, is what ultimately empowers us to live loving lives. Creativity, both in what spawns within the artist and the artifact, can be a vital source of that grace.

Resiliency is the key to love.

Without making any moral judgements whatsoever, one can say that self-indulgence and excessive self-preoccupation are the antithesis of genuine awareness.

Every choice is a thousand renunciations. To choose one thing is to turn one's back on many others.

Spirituality is about what we do about the fire inside of us, about how we channel our eros.

Desire is the straw that stirs the drink.

The only real influence I've ever had is myself.

Work hard in silence, let your success be your noise.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

Kissing was something I did a lot of. Kissing in a wheat field as the sun begins to set on a summer's evening, with the haze of that light.

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

Welcome to Glasgow - the city where we punch people who are on fire.

It is a sad thing when you hear Christians with a groan in them. When I meet the groaner, I say in my heart, "God, move that man on into the place where he comprehends what Christianity is."

Build a dream and the dream will build you.

I'm glad the universe is pointless. It means if I get to the end of my life, the universe can't turn to me and go, 'What have you been doing, you idiot? That's not the point!

Imagine a delicious glass of summer iced tea. Take a long cool sip. Listen to the ice crackle and clink. Is the glass part full or part empty? Take another sip. And now?