. . . [T]o live not with hands clenched to grasp, to strike, to hold tight to a life that is always slipping away the more tightly we hold it, but . . . to live with the hands stretched out both to give and receive with gladness.

I've written a lot of autobiography, which also involved listening.

Almost nothing that makes any real difference can be proved.

A miracle is when the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. A miracle is when one plus one equals a thousand.

The Jesus who is the one whom we search for even when we do not know that we are searching and hide from even when we do not know that we are hiding.

When a man leaves home, he leaves behind some scrap of his heart. . . . It's the same with a place a man is going to. Only then he sends a scrap of his heart ahead.

It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.