Life is good, after all...and that's what stays with me, even now, even when I'm about to be packed off to Poland.

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.

As life becomes harder and more threatening, it also becomes richer, because the fewer expectations we have, the more good things of life become unexpected gifts that we accept with gratitude.

Despite everything, life is full of beauty and meaning.

We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds.

Such words as 'God' and 'Death' and 'Suffering' and 'Eternity' are best forgotten. We have to become as simple and as wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be.

Never give up, never escape, take everything in, and perhaps suffer, that's not too awful either, but never, never give up.

Each of us must turn inward and destroy in himself all that he thinks he ought to destroy in others.

That I should die next week, I would still be able to sit at my desk all week and study with perfect equanimity, for I know now that life and death make a meaningful whole.

I don’t want to be anything special. I only want to try to be true to that in me which seeks to fulfill its promise.

There are moments when I feel like giving up or giving in, but I soon rally again and do my duty as I see it: to keep the spark of life inside me ablaze.

To garner the courage to go on creating oneself endlessly is a token of maturity. Create yourself. Create your day.

Those who always think of their aches can never do what it takes!

We need courage to take ourselves seriously, to look closely and without flinching, to regard the things that frighten us in life and art with wonder.

Writing is a miserable, awful business. Stay with it. It is better than anything in the world.

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings And some are treasured for their markings - They cause the eyes to melt Or the body to shriek without pain.

I am not responsible for the actions of Saakashvili and even for those of Gamsakhurdia.

It felt odd to be laughing during a firefight. Then again, if you can't laugh when you're about to die, when can you?

There is in every human countenance either a history or a prophecy which must sadden, or at least soften every reflecting observer.

Accepted in Christ, we now run the race 'for the joy that is set before us' rather than 'for fear that comes behind us'.

You just have to have the guidance to lead you in the direction until you can do it yourself.