Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Hope sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.
You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.
If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.
At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.
But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
Money can’t buy life.
Synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have eyes to see.
Man cannot stand a meaningless life.
The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.
Better by far to embrace the hard truth than a reassuring fable. If we crave some cosmic purpose, then let us find ourselves a worthy goal.
My mom said there’s a sunrise and a sunset every day and you can choose to be there or not. You can put yourself in the way of beauty.
It was my life – like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
The scholar does not consider gold and jade to be precious treasures, but loyalty and good faith.
So trust the process of your life unfolding, and know with certainty, through the peaks and valleys of your journey, that your soul rests safe and secure in the arms of God.