The unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.

When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious. I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am a rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.

God loves you unconditionally, as you are and not as you should be, because nobody is as they should be.

The deepest desire of our hearts is for union for God. God created us for union with himself. This is the original purpose of our lives.

Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.

The spirituality of wonder knows the world is charged with grace, that while sin and war, disease and death are terribly real, God's loving presence and power in our midst are even more real.

A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God.