Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy.

Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.

Every sorrow suggests a thousand songs and every song recalls a thousand sorrows and so they are infinite in number and all the same.

I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.

We are part of a mystery, a splendid mystery within which we must attempt to orient ourselves if we are to have a sense of our own nature.

This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.

There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.

Ordinary things have always seemed numinous to me

When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.

Because, once alone, it is impossible to believe that one could ever have been otherwise. Loneliness is an absolute discovery.

He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.

In order to know your ministry, you need to start serving and be under the leadership of someone, who already knows his ministry

Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

you cannot teach art—you cannot make a soul

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.

You cannot switch teachers on and off as if they were PowerPoint presentations.

I do want to get rich but I never want to do what there is to do to get rich.

I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.

There's a lot more to be learned, and I'm going to learn all the way up to the stairway to the stars

Some people seem born with a head in which the thin partition that divides great wit from folly is wanting.