You can't be too careful what you tell a child because you never know what he'll take hold of and spend the rest of his life remembering you by.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one.

Listen to your life. Listen to what happens to you because it is through what happens to you that God speaks...It's in language that's not always easy to decipher, but it's there powerfully, memorably, unforgettably.

Part of the inner world of everyone is this sense of emptiness, unease, incompleteness, and I believe that this in itself is a word from God, that this is the sound that God’s voice makes in a world that has explained him away. In such a world, I suspect that maybe God speaks to us most clearly through his silence, his absence, so that we know him best through our missing him.

... the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.

All other days have either disappeared into darkness and oblivion or not yet emerged from it. Today is the only day there is.