Hold up your hands before your eyes. You are looking at the hands of God.

A mystic is anyone who has the gnawing suspicion that the apparent discord, brokenness, contradictions and discontinuities that assault us every day might conceal a hidden unity.

Everyone carries with them at least one piece to someone else's puzzle.

The first mystery is simply that there is a mystery, a mystery that can never be explained or understood, only encountered from time to time. Nothing is obvious. Everything conceals something else.

Our tolerance for forms of religious expression we disagree with is a precise barometer of our own spiritual security.

The only thing truly within our power, may be whether or not we will behave in each moment with arrogance or reverence.

Religion is a more or less organized way of remembering that every ministry points to a higher reality.

I pulled myself from his mind, day by day, piece by piece, memory by memory, until there was nothing of Ruby left to weigh him down or keep him bound to my side..

In life, redemption was walking up the down escalator: stop to congratulate yourself, and back you slid.

Outgrew the media... The negativity felt like a disease.

I usually balance school by doing online classes and regular classes - that has helped me a lot, and I'm able to get my schoolwork done while I'm traveling too.

Of what use are pedigrees, or to be thought of noble blood, or the display of family portraits, O Ponticus?

Trusting someone was like holding a little water in your cupped hands - it was so easy to spill the water, and you could never get it back.

Failure is often that early morning hour of darkness which precedes the dawning of the day of success.

Never give up. In the end it'll all be worth it.

I've always known a lot of very bad people, destructive, brutes of a certain kind. Then I've seen these lovely impulses and what not, and they've stayed with me and comforted me.

Laughter attracts joy, releases negativity, and leads to miraculous cures.