Since the Renaissance, people have had to get used to living their life on a random planet in the vast galaxy.

An answer is always on the stretch of road that is behind you. Only a question can point the way forward.

Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other---and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.

You might say that the very best that can happen is to have energetic opponents.

I believe there is something of the divine mystery in everything that exists. We can see it sparkle in a sunflower or a poppy. We sense more of the unfathomable mystery in a butterfly that flutters from a twig--or in a goldfish swimming in a bowl. But we are closest to God in our own soul. Only there can we become one with the greatest mystery of life. In truth, at very rare moments we can experience that we ourselves are that divine mystery.

There is no order of things except in the human mind.

The stupidest thing she knew was for people to act like they knew all about the things they knew absolutely nothing about.