The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.

I confess, right at the start, to the doubts - and sometimes outright dreads - that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?

The race of children possesses magically sagacious powers.

Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?

Something's your vocation if it keeps making more of you.