I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

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."

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.