What is urgently needed is a bold new move from a consumer economy to a conserver economy in all of the developed countries, and particularly in the United States.

The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people.

When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God's work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.

Joy, not grit, is the hallmark of holy obedience. We need to be light-hearted in what we do to avoid taking ourselves too seriously. It is a cheerful revolt against self and pride.

Worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience.

Stop trying to impress people with your clothes and impress them with your life.

Of all spiritual disciplines prayer is the most central because it ushers us into perpetual communion with the Father.

Because we lack a divine Center our need for security has led us into an insane attachment to things.

Loneliness is inner emptiness. Solitude is inner fulfillment.

Simplicity is the only thing that sufficiently reorients our lives so that possessions can be genuinely enjoyed without destroying us.

Just as worship begins in holy expectancy, it ends in holy obedience. If worship does not propel us into greater obedience, it has not been worship.

In the summer, we write life’s summary with the slow waves of love flowing over the sandy beach. The slow breeze and the warm sun write our memories.

Life is one big lesson, you learn as you go.

How do you 'accidentally' kill a noble man in his own mansion?" "With a knife in the chest. Or, rather, a pair of knives in the chest.

It is my belief that children are full of understanding and know as much as and more than adults, until they are about seven, when they suddenly become stupid, like adults.

It is only when the whole heart is gripped with the passion of prayer that the life-giving fire descends, for none but the earnest man gets access to the ear of God.

Sometimes, something seems dead, and then out of the blue, someone just figures out the way to fix a script and it goes.

All the year round there is spring, all through life is youth; there is always something which may flower.

In America they got two policemen, five policemen and one car watching each other, each has got a pistol, one has got a machine gun, one' got a shotgun and two dogs growling at each other.

We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.