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.

If the truth is worth telling, it is worth making a fool of yourself to tell it.

We learn to praise God not by paying compliments but by paying attention.

To be a saint is to be a little out of one's mind, which is a very good thing to be a little out of from time to time. It is to live a life that is always giving itself away and yet is always full.

Pay mind to your own life, your own health, and wholeness. A bleeding heart is of no help to anyone if it bleeds to death.

I think most people, if I asked, would say, "Yes, of course I believe." But I think for a great many of them it doesn't really make much difference in terms of either what they do with their lives or with their own inner well-being. They believe because so did grandfather, and that's the same church they've been going to all these years.

We find by losing. We hold fast by letting go. We become something new by ceasing to be something old.