Pay attention to the things that bring a tear to your eye or a lump in your throat because they are signs that the holy is drawing near.

Stop trying to protect, to rescue, to judge, to manage the lives around you... Remember that the lives of others are not your business. They are their business. They are God's busineess... Even your own life is not your business. It also is God's Business. Leave it to God.

Everybody prays whether [you think] of it as praying or not. The odd silence you fall into when something very beautiful is happening or something very good or very bad. The ah-h-h-h! that sometimes floats up out of you as out of a Fourth of July crowd when the sky-rocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at somebody else s pain. The stammer of joy at somebody else's joy. Whatever words or sounds you use for sighing with over your own life. These are all prayers in their way.

What's lost is nothing to what's found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.

The magic of words is that they have power to do more than convey meaning; not only do they have the power to make things clear, they make things happen.

If what makes you happy is going out and living it up and spending all your money on wine, women, and song, the world doesn't need that. But on the other hand, if you give your life to good works - you go and work in a leper colony and it doesn't make you happy - the chances are you're not doing it very well.

Where your deep gladness meets with the deep hunger of the world, there you will find a further calling.