We come to love not by finding a perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?' If you ever get these questions in the wrong order you are in trouble.

To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.

The best practice is to follow the advice posted on every railroad crossing: Stop. Look. Listen.

Compassion begins with the acknowledgment of the single inescapable truth that is the foundation for the possibility of love between human beings - an awareness of the tragic sense of life.

Trust what moves you most deeply.

Down to earth advice about the path that leads away from the kingdom of the hollow men.

The sacred is discovered in what moves and touches us, in what makes us tremble.

To be on a quest is nothing more or less than to become an asker of questions.

The more you become a connoisseur of gratitude, the less you are a victim of resentment, depression, and despair.

I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.

Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you're contagious.

The saddest failures in life are those that come from not putting forth the power and will to succeed.

Design is art that people use.

I guess, there are always people that you latch onto that really inspire you.

My father is a great grandfather. He's a wonderful grandfather, but he's a terrible husband.

Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP

The grounds of your justification are the perfect works of Jesus Christ. We're saved by works, but they're not our own.

I learned quickly that if the student’s perception is that you’re not listening to them, and not understanding them, they discredit you.

Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour about poetry, or with Jane Austen about the art of fiction?