I have an idea for a new book. It's a novel about a beautiful yet sensitive author whose spirit is crushed by her domineering editor. Do you like it?

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.

A mirror can contain the reflection of the whole universe, a whole skyful of stars in a piece of silvered glass no thicker than a breath.

The man of reflection discovers Truth; but the one who enjoys it and makes use of its heavenly gifts is the man of action.

Destroy the man of wicked thoughts, Like a bamboo-tree with its fruit.

I don't understand the difficulty, people; Love your brother, treat him as an equal.

You are God's dream with skin on

Speak with the speech of the world; think with the thoughts of the few.

Accidents are just from where you're looking; to the ego, it looks like it's miracles and accidents.

My friends always said that I should be a comedienne - I was named my class clown.

Death is the operative device that sets us free in Christ - when we die, we truly live.

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.