Happy is the spirit that attains to the perfect formlessness at the time of prayer.

God cannot be grasped by the mind. If he could be grasped, he would not be God.

Do not be troubled if you do not immediately receive from God what you ask Him; for He desires to do something even greater for you, while you cling to Him in prayer.

The further the soul advances, the greater are the adversaries against which it must contend.

Prayer is the laying aside of thoughts.

Blessed is the one who has arrived at infinite ignorance.

If you patiently accept what comes, you will always pray with joy.

A man who worships in Spirit and Truth no longer honors the Creator because of His works, but praises Him because of Himself.

Prayer is the fruit of joy and thankfulness.

If your spirit still looks around at the time of prayer, then it does not yet pray as a monk. You are no better than a man of affairs engaged in a kind of landscape gardening.

A monk is a man who considers himself one with all men because he seems constantly to see himself in every man.

I am worried about our tendency to over invest in things and under invest in people.

Love is a noun as well as a verb, a treacherous construct.

My only regret with Timothy McVeigh is he did not go to the New York Times Building.

Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending.

Cabbages, whose heads, tightly folded see and hear nothing of this world, dreaming only on the yellow and green magnificence that is hardening within them.

All works of love are works of peace.

I think my songwriting might be a little more on the darker side maybe.

The life of the law has not been logic; it has been experience.

You are what you are most profoundly thankful for, and what you love.

These are the days that try man's heart.