You have forgotten the Onewho doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profitfrom every human exchange.

Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Whoever's calm and sensible is insane!

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one

Soul, if you want to learn secrets, 
your heart must forget about shame
 and dignity. You are God's lover, 
yet you worry what people are saying.

Be empty of worrying.Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prisonWhen the door is so wide open?

Be melting snow.Wash yourself of yourself.

There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope.The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

You are so weak. Give up to grace.The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.You need more help than you know.

Beliefs are choices. First you choose your beliefs. Then your beliefs affect your choices.

The light within us gives power for good actions.

After I am dead I would rather have men ask why Cato has no monument than why he had one.

Love moves without an agenda. It just moves because that is its nature to move.

Politics, when it is an art and a service, not an exploitation, is about acting for an ideal through realities.

So let us sleep outside tonight, Lay down in our mother's arms, for here we can rest safely.

For the stone from the top for geologists, the knowledge of the limits of endurance for the doctors, but above all for the spirit of adventure to keep alive the soul of man.

True Christianity is not merely believing a certain set of dry abstract propositions: it is to live in daily personal communication with an actual living person - Jesus Christ.

The loadstar of a saint is God Himself, not estimated usefulness. It is the work that God does through us that count, not what we do for him.

When I was a little bit younger The strain I was under could make me cry. Now I'm a little bit older, A little bit bolder, Never so shy