The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

Be grateful as your deeds become less and less associated with your name, as your feet ever more lightly tread the earth.

It is more noble to give yourself completely to one individual than to labor diligently for the salvation of the masses.

Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.

We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence.