Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

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."

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

Laugh because that is the purest sound.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!