Self-understanding rather than self-condemnation is the way to inner peace and mature conscience.

The melody that the loved one played upon the piano of your life will never be played quite that way again, but we must not close the keyboard and allow the instrument to gather dust. We must seek out other artists of the spirit, new friends who gradually will help us to find the road to life again, who will walk the road with us.

Treasure each other in the recognition that we do not know how long we shall have each other.

The moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes a human, the child, by the hand and quietly says, "It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of earth. Come; you're tired. Lie down at last in the quiet nursery of nature and sleep. Sleep well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity."

We achieve inner health only through forgiveness - the forgiveness not only of others but also of ourselves.

There is too much undissolved wrath and punishment in most religions.

Maturity is achieved when a person accepts life as full of tension.