Your life is a gift. Before anything else can be said about you, for some reason the universe (or God, or being, or force, or reality, or whatever you name it) chose to give you life.

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!

I felt as if I were riding a pendulum. Just as I would swing into the abyss of hopelessness, the pendulum would swing back with some small goodness.

Often secret desires as well as abilities surface in our dreams.

Well, limbo is not a good place to be.

There's not a big gun culture in England at all still.

The greater the stupidity, the greater the clarity. Stupidity is brief and guileless, while wit equivocates and hides. Wit is a scoundrel, while stupidity is honest and sincere.

I don't understand being idle; I don't have an idle setting. I probably should develop one.

Love is a second life.

Take charge of your thoughts. You can do what you will with them

There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn't give a damn what goes on in between.

For there was never yet philosoper That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance.