Stories require faith, not facts.

The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.

Every piece of the universe, even the tiniest little snow crystal, matters somehow. I have a place in the pattern, and so do you. Thinking of you this holiday season!

Everything can be improved.

The surest sign that God is alive in you is joy.

The minute you walk outside of your church on Sunday you're in mission territory.

Love is not a sentiment or feeling. Love is actively willing the good of the other.

The cross is Jesus going into the very lair of death. He goes to meet head-on that which frightens us the most. And what does He do? He battles it. He engages it. And finally he conquers it.

Begin with the beautiful, which leads you to the good, which leads you to the truth.

Turn your car into a monastery.

The ego-drama is nothing compared with the theo-drama. The fun begins when we let God write our stories.

One becomes all encompassing (sarvasva, the work is completed), when one can see the world as completely faultless (nirdosh).

Lord take my lips and speak through them take my mind and think through it take my heart and set it on fire.

As human beings, don't we need questions without answers as well as questions with answers, questions that we might someday answer and questions that we can never answer?

Never make your highest purpose, or the most important thing in your life something that is outside of your control.

When I was a young actor... the more different you were from the part you played, the more talent it reflected.

What has interested me all along is not the pronouncement of meaning but pointing toward the way meaning is formed.

Sing lullabie, as women do,Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;And lullabie can I sing to,As womanly as can the best.

I liked getting up at 4 in the morning, driving on the freeway, and going in and stocking shelves and laughing with the stock clerks.

And the moon never beams Without bringing me dreams And the sun never shines But I see the bright eyes I lie down by the side Of my darling My life, my life.

We are all really alone. We're isolated in our own mind.