If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.

The most important hour is always the present. The most significant person is precisely the one sitting across from you right now. The most necessary work is always love.

It is in the darkness that one finds the light.

Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.

Above all else, know this: Be prepared at all times for the gifts of God and be ready always for new ones. For God is a thousand times more ready to give than we are to receive

For the person who has learned to let go and let be, nothing can ever get in the way again.

There is a huge silence inside each of us that beckons us into itself, and the recovery of our own silence can begin to teach us the language of heaven.

Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.

The more deeply we are our true selves, the less self is in us.

The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.

The price of inaction is far greater than the cost of making a mistake.

In appearance, the worldly life looks attractive, but once you enter into it, you can never become free.

He who loves you deeply owns you without your knowledge.

You can have religion but not know Christ. It’s having Christ that counts.

Flowers carry not only beauty but also the silent song of love. You just have to feel it.

Definitely I love women, I love being around women, I find them incredible and intoxicating, and I've never had that feeling I get with women with a man.

Early publication can be a dubious blessing: we all know writers who would give anything not to have published their first book, and go about trying to buy up all existing copies.

A dead martyr is just another corpse.

I have always considered it despicable to grovel for your life as if life were a favor. If you cannot live the way you want, there is no point in living

The big nut to crack is to how to tell a story, what’s the right way to tell a particular story.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.