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

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

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

For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes.

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

On the bookshelf of life, God is a useful work of reference, always at hand but seldom consulted.

Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.