I like to remind my friends frequently how short life is. This is the important message of death: not a day to waste, not a day to quarrel, not a day to brood upon yourself. This is not losing the joy of life; this is gaining the joy of life.

God made the senses turn outwards, man therefore looks outwards, not into himself. But occasionally a daring soul, desiring immortality, has looked back and found himself.

In the spiritual lore of India there is a story that the Lord whispered only one word in our ears when he sent us into the world: 'Give.' Give freely of your time, your talent, your resources; give without asking for anything in return. This is the secret of living in joy and security.

Instead of looking at difficulties as deprivations, we can learn to recognize them as opportunities for deepening and widening our love.

We become in part what our senses take in.

Whatever we have done, we can always make amends for it without ever looking back in guilt or sorrow.

Patience can't be acquired overnight. It is just like building up a muscle. Every day you need to work on it.