Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

God often used bitter experiences to make us better. Gold can be a helpful servant, but a cruel master.

The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

We seem so frightened today of being alone that we never let it happen. Even if family, friends, and movies should fail, there is still the radio or televsion to fill up the void... We can do our housework with soap-opera heroes at our side... Now instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops there is no inner music to take its place. We must re-learn to be alone.

The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.