Each one of us is called to become that great song that comes out of the silence, and the more we let ourselves down into that great silence the more we become capable of singing that great song.

The root of joy is gratefulness...It is not joy that makes us grateful; it is gratitude that makes us joyful.

Eyes see only light, ears hear only sound, but a listening heart perceives meaning.

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefullness, and gratefullness is a measure of our aliveness.

We are never more than one grateful thought away from peace of heart.

Gratefulness is the inner gesture of giving meaning to our life by receiving life as gift.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

If you learn to respond as if it’s the first day in your life and the very last day, then you will have spent this day very well.

Any place is sacred ground, for it can become a place of encounter with the divine Presence.

Look closely and you will find that people are happy because they are grateful. The opposite of gratefulness is just taking everything for granted.

No! Wait! I've got a better idea...""Your ideas tend to result in unnecessary violence, Sergeant Schlock.""And your point is...""Let's broaden the definition of 'necessary'.

Experience teaches that the time to buy stocks is when their price is unduly depressed by temporary adversity. In other words, they should be bought on a bargain basis or not at all.

I've always seen it as the role of an artist to drag his inside out, give the audience all you've got. Writers, actors, singers, all good artists do the same. It isn't supposed to be easy.

Men there are, who having quite done with the world, all its merely worldly contents are become so far indifferent, that they carelittle of what mere worldly imprudence they may be guilty.

Giving is an expression of gratitude for our blessings.

Because my heat was too full of appreciation for what my friends-- my real friends-- had done for me.

When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.

Tales of heroes end in bliss.

Was he smart? No, not exceptionally. Instead, he was a genius.

For me, perfume, must be adapted to fashion, not the other way around.