When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.

If we don't pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.

To pray is to listen, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say.

The creative impulse can be killed, but it cannot be taught. What a teacher can do... in working with children, is to give the flame enough oxygen so that it can burn. As far as I'm concerned, this providing of oxygen is one of the noblest of all vocations.

She began to feel the sense of wonderful elation that always came to her when beauty took hold of her and made her forget her fears.