God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

I am happy even before I have a reason.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.