A messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.

Whenever I find myself arguing for something with great passion, I can be certain I'm not convinced.

Books seek us out. They slip themselves into our hands just at the time we are ready for a new self-concept.

Because the results are unpredictable, no effort of mine is doomed to failure.

Boredom or discontent is useful to me when I acknowledge it and see clearly my assumption that there's something else I would rather be doing. In this way boredom can act as an invitation to freedom by opening me to new options and thoughts. For example, if I can't change the activity, can I look at it more honestly?

My prayer is: I will be what I will be, I will do what I will do.

It's not that "today is the first day of the rest of my life," but that now is all there is of my life.