Forgiveness is an embrace, across all barriers, against all odds, in defiance of all that is mean and petty and vindictive and cruel in this life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware – beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun.

Until you have a son of your own... you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son.

Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.

Something precious is lost if we rush headlong into the details of life without pausing for a moment to pay homage to the mystery of life and the gift of another day.

Forgiveness allows us to live in the sunlight of the present, not the darkness of the past. Forgiveness alone, of all our human actions, opens up the world to the miracle of infinite possibility.

Our brightest dreams and our greatest fears are just over the horizon.

Do not fall prey to the false belief that mastery and domination are synonymous with manliness.

It is much easier to become a father than to be one.

Great joys make us love the world. Great sadnesses make us understand the world.

The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.

Know that we win the war when we pray in power because prayer is the battle.

I wish I could see a cherry blossom or a lotus flower. Where could they be?

Though most expect young men to be fools, I've noticed that just a little bit of age can make a man far more foolish than he was as a child.

During my youth, the idea of moving from Lebanon was unthinkable. Then I began to realise I might have to go, like my grandfather, uncles and others who left for America, Egypt, Australia, Cuba.

My friends call me George, GM, or Georgia. But most people who know me from when I was little call me Georgia May.

I think hell's a real place where real people spend a real eternity.

The way I write things, I just write them with a clash between reality and fantasy mostly. You have to use fantasy to show different sides of reality; it's how it can bend.

I seem to have been everywhere in the last 30 years, maybe not in the epicenter but flying around the periphery of extraordinary events and equally extraordinary people.

There is a wind of nationalism and freedom blowing round the world, and blowing as strongly in Asia as elsewhere.