Hope grows in us, despite our moments of darkness, regardless of our regular bouts of depression.

We don't change as we get older - we just get to be more of what we've always been.

My limitations make space for the gifts of other people. Without the grace of our limitations we would be isolated, dry, and insufferable creatures indeed.

Compassion for the other comes out of our ability to accept ourselves. Until we realize both our own weaknesses and our own privileges, we can never tolerate lack of status and depth of weakness in the other.

Our role in life is to bring the light of our own souls to the dim places around us.

Beauty scatters the seeds of hope in us.

To be enlightened is to know that heaven is not "coming." Heaven is here.