To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.

One of the small consolations of old age, if you are lucky, can be at least a partial recovery of innocence.

On the whole I feel that life has treated me rather well, but I sometimes wonder how well have I treated life.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

Years ago I heard the Indian Jesuit Raimundo Panikkar say: Expect Nothing.