Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

If our pain doesn't destroy us, it just might transform us into truly human beings at last.

We are in constant danger of being not actors in the drama of our lives but reactors, to go where the world takes us, to drift with whatever current happens to be running the strongest.

If you want to be holy, be kind.

Even the saddest things can become, once we have made peace with them, a source of wisdom and strength.

Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again.

You hear as many things as you would imagine. I hear voices of people I loved once. I hear moments that took place. I hear silences.