Each and every one of us has one obligation, during the bewildered days of our pilgrimage here: the saving of his own soul, and secondarily and incidentally thereby affecting for good such other souls as come under our influence.

I am learning to see loneliness as a seed that, when planted deep enough, can grow into writing that goes back out into the world.

But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.

Over and over again mediocrity is promoted because real worth isn't to be found.

If grace is so wonderful, why do we have such difficulty recognizing and accepting it? Maybe it's because grace is not gentle or made-to-order. It often comes disguised as loss, or failure, or unwelcome change.

Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.

When you come to a place where you have to left or right, go straight ahead.