One element of maturity is the realization that we don't get away with anything. Any advantage gained or convenience taken, any private procrastination or insincerity, no matter how subtle or quick in passing, is paid for.

But it's morning. Within my hands is another day. Another day to listen and love and walk and glory. I am here for another day.

When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls, I will no longer be too ambitious.

Letting people in is largely a matter of not expending the energy to keep them out.

'Fault' means failure to meet a standard. Whose? Mine.

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.

Sometimes I doubt and sometimes I believe. And I like not making myself believe when I am doubting, and not making myself doubt when I am believing. Surely neither God nor Accident need my consistency.