Without making any moral judgements whatsoever, one can say that self-indulgence and excessive self-preoccupation are the antithesis of genuine awareness.

Sanctity has to do with gratitude. To be a saint is to be fueled by gratitude, nothing more and nothing less.

We get ready for death by beginning to live life as we should have been living it all along.

Becoming like Jesus is as much as about having a relaxed and joyful heart as it is about believing and doing the right thing, as much about proper energy as about proper truth.

We prepare to die by pushing ourselves to love less narrowly. In that sense, readying ourselves for death is really an ever-widening entry into life.

Grace, not willpower, is what ultimately empowers us to live loving lives. Creativity, both in what spawns within the artist and the artifact, can be a vital source of that grace.

Resiliency is the key to love.

The God of the incarnation is more domestic than monastic.

Every choice is a thousand renunciations. To choose one thing is to turn one's back on many others.

Spirituality is about what we do about the fire inside of us, about how we channel our eros.

Desire is the straw that stirs the drink.

I will never be able to create a budget from scratch with the amount of time that I have, but my instructions remain the same: Give me a budget that has no new revenue.

I've been to Indonesia, but I've never been to Thailand. I hear the people are lovely, the food is delicious, and that the heat and humidity are lethal.

Those who attempt to level never equalize

The Netherlands have great strikers... but they are only playing one. They are depriving themselves of their best qualities and shooting themselves in the foot.

But when’s the last time you took a chance? Or didn’t do what someone else expected of you? Or did something you really wanted to, even though you probably shouldn’t have?

It is an attention-getter. I mean, its hard to ignore a woman lugging a cello around.

If you pass the ball to Bill Cartwright, you'll never get the ball from me.

I think everyone has the same question on their mind: Is the glass half-full or half-empty?

Not like I need an excuse to enjoy a Moscow mule, but this tray and six-mug set, handmade in Mexico with hammered recycled copper, makes cocktail hour extra special.

I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.