For communication to have meaning it must have a life. It must transcend "you and me" and become "us." If I truly communicate, I see in you a life that is not me and partake of it. And you see and partake of me. In a small way we then grow out of our old selves and become something new. To have this kind of sharing I cannot enter into a conversation clutching myself. I must enter into it with loose boundaries. I must give myself to the relationship, and be willing to be what grows out of it.

Negative feedback is better that none. I would rather have a man hate me than overlook me. As long as he hates me I make a difference.

Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.

I don't need a "reason" to be happy. I don't have to consult the future to know how happy I feel now.

Love itself is not an act of will, but sometimes I need the force of my volition to break with my habitual responses and pass along the love already here.

Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.

It is enough that I am of value to somebody today.