We are never more than one grateful thought away from peace of heart.

Wherever we may come alive, that is the area in which we are spiritual.

From experience we know that whenever we are truly awake and alive, we are also truly grateful.

Each one of us is called to become that great song that comes out of the silence, and the more we let ourselves down into that great silence the more we become capable of singing that great song.

By looking up, by raising our eyes above our limited horizon, we are more likely to perceive the blessings hidden in affliction.

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

Through people that I did know or through things that I did touch, I am connected with everything that ever was and everything that ever will be. Everything hangs together with everything.