Much of the work of midlife is to tell the difference between those who are dealing with their issues through you and those who are really dealing with you.

every time God forgives us, God is saying that God's own rules do not matter as much as the relationship that God wants to create with us.

The cross solved our problem by first revealing our real problem, our universal pattern of scapegoating and sacrificing others. The cross exposes forever the scene of our crime.

When we fail we are merely joining the great parade of humanity that has walked ahead of us and will follow after us.

Those who are not true leaders will just affirm people at their own immature level.

The ego hates losing – even to God.

People who know how to creatively break the rules also know why the rules were there in the first place.

Denial of our pattern of failure seems to be a kind of practical atheism or chosen ignorance among many believers and clergy.

I have prayed for years for one good humiliation a day, and then, I must watch my reaction to it. I have no other way of spotting both my denied shadow self and my idealized persona.

Sin happens whenever we refuse to keep growing.

Change is not what we expect from religious people. They tend to love the past more than the present or the future.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death is the key to the gate that bars memory.

Rivers, water streams, water falls, water lakes, seas and oceans confirm Your creativity.

We don't have a choice on whether we do social media, the question is how well we do it?

Being a bad writer a thousand times first.

A great novel is a kind of conversion experience. We come away from it changed.

Whoever said "When in Rome, do as the Romans do", has never driven a car there.

The perfection of moral character consists in this, in passing every day as the last, and in being neither violently excited nor torpid nor playing the hypocrite.

The aged are terrible - mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.