Integrity, like humility, is a quality which vanishes the moment we are conscious of it in ourselves. We see it only in others.

I have a point of view. You have a point of view. God has view.

We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift.

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.

She seems to have had the ability to stand firmly on the rock of her past while living completely and unregretfully in the present.

One cannot be humble and aware of oneself at the same time.

Dare I? Of course I don't. But I'm going to anyhow because I have no choice.