How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

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

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

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

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

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