Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

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

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

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

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

How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.