Let's discipline ourselves so that our words are few and full.

The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people.

When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God's work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.

Joy, not grit, is the hallmark of holy obedience. We need to be light-hearted in what we do to avoid taking ourselves too seriously. It is a cheerful revolt against self and pride.

Worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience.

Stop trying to impress people with your clothes and impress them with your life.

Of all spiritual disciplines prayer is the most central because it ushers us into perpetual communion with the Father.

Because we lack a divine Center our need for security has led us into an insane attachment to things.

Loneliness is inner emptiness. Solitude is inner fulfillment.

Simplicity is the only thing that sufficiently reorients our lives so that possessions can be genuinely enjoyed without destroying us.

Just as worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience. If worship does not propel us into greater obedience, it has not been worship.

True leaders are like statues, whether it rains or it shines, they never bend their necks to look backwards! They never run away from challenges!

A single act of courage is often the tipping point for extraordinary change.

When we interact with others the ego manifests. We have to show that we're superior or that we know more, are more spiritual, evolved - or that we're the worst, everyone is better.

We are not apt to fear for the fearless, when we are companions in their danger.

We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

The strongest of all arguments against the interference of the public with purely personal conduct, is that when it does interfere, the odds are that it interferes wrongly, and in the wrong place.

One bold inspiration choreographs a dance with promise.

I'm still not sure I want to be a writer. I think of myself as a storyteller more.

He smelled cold water and cold intrepid green. Those early flowers smelled like cold water. Their fragrance was not the still perfume of high summer; it was the smell of cold, raw green.

You can't climb uphill by thinking downhill thoughts.