What if the healing of the world utterly depends on the ten-thousand invisible kindnesses we offer simply and quietly throughout the pilgrimage of each human life?

When we come close to those things that break us down, we touch those things that also break us open. And in that breaking open, we uncover our true nature.

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath— our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.

To pray is no small thing. It is nothing less than a sacred pilgrimage into the heart of the whole world.

For thousands of years we have gathered in circle--around fires, around bodies, around altars--because we can't do this alone.

Gratitude invites a sense of sufficiency.

Our lives are made of these moments. Simple words and actions, taken together, weave a single day, and our days become our life. Every gesture is a seed, and the seed determines the harvest.

The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

What we choose to love is very important for what we love leads our eyes, ears, and hearts on a pilgrimage that shapes the texture of our lives.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

Emptiness is the pregnant void out of which all creation springs. But many of us fear emptiness. We prefer to remain...surrounded by things...we imagine are subject to our control.

Art like life is an open secret.

Nothing's better for art than a little old-fashioned suffering.

Rich or poor, the same breath of life.

There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.

Oftentimes nothing profits more than self-esteem grounded on what is just and right and well-managed.

I used to go to two movies every week for the Saturday matinee when I was a kid.

Wherever art appears, life disappears.

I like girls that have a nice smile and nice eyes. I want to date a girl who understands my busy schedule and that I have to be on tour a lot. And she has to make me laugh!

I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.

Scholes and Van Nistelrooy drugged the last two defenders.