The fingers of your thoughts are molding your face ceaselessly.

I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind.

Among the heaps of brick and plaster lies/ a girder, still itself among the rubbish

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Prayer is a serious thing. We may be taken at our words.

My dad was a pastor, so we were in church all the time.

The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

The first thing to do in life is to do with purpose what one purposes to do.

Yoga is the cessation of mind.

Believing that your parents are always right.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

It's too hard for me to comment on the sorry state of our culture.