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.

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.

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.

The God of the incarnation is more domestic than monastic.

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.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

If you are looking for answers for your life, know that the answers are within you. When you close your eyes, and focus on your inner God (meditate), you will know what to do. Trust yourself!

Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly upward.

If a policy is wrongheaded, feckless and corrupt, I take it personally and consider it a moral obligation to sound off and not shut up until it's fixed.

Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!

I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.

I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.

If you are leaning over to starboard to balance the boat against the other guy's propensity to lean too far to port, both of you are about to get wet.

I’ve never considered joining Twitter, nor do I know why anybody would.

Good Lord, woman. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that men have a specified word count set aside each day and if I don’t stop talking, my tongue will explode? (Syn)