Peace is not something you can force on anything or anyone... much less upon one's own mind. It is like trying to quiet the ocean by pressing upon the waves. Sanity lies in somehow opening to the chaos, allowing anxiety, moving deeply into the tumult, diving into the waves, where underneath, within, peace simply is.

To experience a little hunger now and then can be a beautiful reminder of the deeper hunger of our souls.

But love's true nature remains forever beyond the grasp of all our faculties. It is far greater than any feeling or emotion and completely surpasses any act of human kindness. It is the one sheer gift of contemplation, completely unattainable by autonomous human effort. The realization of this love always remains mysterious.

I would prefer a thousand mistakes in extravagance of love to any paralysis in wariness of fear.

The difference between work and play is only a matter of attitude. Work, fully done, is play.

Seek the truth, not what is comfortable. Seek the real, not the easy.

Mysterious as it may be, there is something wonderful at the heart of our existence, and it is about nothing other than love; love for God, love for one another, love for creation, love for life itself.