Prayer opens our lives for God so his will can be done in and through us, because in true prayer we habitually put ourselves into the attitude of willingness to do whatever God wills.

Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.

A person wrapped up in himself makes a small package.

Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.

In the foothills of the Himalayas, one hears the prayer: "Oh Lord, we know not what is good for us. You know what it is. For it we pray."

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it.

Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him.

No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.

No virtue is more universally accepted as a test of good character than trustworthiness .

It is magnificent to grow old, if one keeps young.

Always take a job that is too big for you.

Let’s return to the main argument. People are hurting as hell. It matters. We should do something to make them happier, if we can.

Think about what binds you to your husband and he to you. Marvel at the strength of that bond, which is both abstract and concrete, spiritual and legal.

When you are right, everything around you is right, for the beautiful flow that is inside your heart has the capacity to spread its fragrance of oneness-light all around you.

Evidently one endures anything, provided one has a goal.

What says Christ doesn't return today and His most faithful followers don't turn around and have Him crucified again (if that were possible)? That’s what happened the first time, after all.

Peace Love Rock and Roll!!!

A man who does nothing never has time to do anything

I have to say that, though it sounds so superficial, the accent really does help. I like having accents preparing for a part.

memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.

I bought a Yamaha-1 and I was doing 180 miles per hour home on the 405 and that's really, really crazy but I did it.