To me some of the greatest writing is when somebody puts something in words that you felt and experienced and you go, that's it.

When you forgive somebody, when you are generous, when you withhold judgment, when you love and when you stand up to injustice, you are, in that moment, bringing heaven to earth.

Because with every action, comment, conversation, we have the choice to invite Heaven or Hell to Earth.

Why blame the dark for being dark? It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn’t as bright as it could be.

What we do comes out of who we believe we are.

The moment God is figured out with nice neat lines and definitions, we are no longer dealing with God.

Well, I affirm orthodox Christian faith. I affirm the Nicene Creed. I don't think I'm doing anything terribly new.

The life that you want begins the moment you embrace the life you have because all of it is a miracle.

Often times when I meet atheists and we talk about the god they don’t believe in, we quickly discover that I don’t believe in that god, either.

If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.

That breath that you just took, that's a gift!

The first function of mythology is showing everything as a metaphor to transcendence.

The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can be measured mathematically, and it is independent of persons.

So writing a song is much harder than doing a classical piece for me, because in a classical piece, I can just let the mood dictate what's going to happen.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

It was too nerve-wracking, a shocking spectacle, like seeing an old, calm friend go insane.

I think the Indian model of respecting the uniqueness of each religion and, of every state is what makes the country great.

We are not born for ourselves alone.

If there is no humility, love remains blocked.

I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.

I've been watching a lot of Joni Mitchell YouTube clips and I can't believe her transformation from this folk singer in Canada.