Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The longest journey is the journey inward.

Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.

In a dream I walked with God through the deep places of creation; past walls that receded and gates that opened through hall after hall of silence, darkness and refreshment--the dwelling place of souls acquainted with light and warmth--until, around me, was an infinity into which we all flowed together and lived anew, like the rings made by raindrops falling upon wide expanses of calm dark waters.

Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Isn't the fulfillment of our duty towards our neighbor an expression of deepest desire?