Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.