All the wickedness in the world begins with an act of forgetting.

Most of the things we need to be most fully alive never come in busyness. They grow in rest.

Sabbath's golden rule: Cease from what is necessary. Embrace that which gives life.

Physical sickness we usually defy. Soul sickness we often resign ourselves to.

Busyness makes us stop caring about the things we care about.

Courage encourages courage.

God gave us laughter, I think, as a balm to wash the wounds of our own blunders, as a splint to mend the bones we break in our rashness or vanity.

Many of us are confessional giants but ethical midgets.

This is the love of God, an alchemy that can turn enemies into children.

Unless and until we rest in God, we will never risk for God.

Mindset of the man too busy: I am too busy BEING God to become LIKE God.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

If the weeds are removed and there is nothing planted, it is the weeds that will keep growing.

Together we shared a bond not even death would violate.

They were interchangeable tools, and the catchy phrases continued without abatement.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

Clothes and jewellery should be startling, individual. When you see a woman in my clothes, you want to know more about them. To me, that is what distinguishes good designers from bad designers.

I am not doddery... doddery I am not!

Satire is what closes on Saturday night.

Smell is the sense of memory and desire.

I don't know if any of the people perceive themselves as having been made fun of.