In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers.

Compassion is nothing one feels with the intellect alone. Compassion is particular; it is never general.

I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner

Easter is always the answer to "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!"

Accepting that we are angry is a healthy and appropriate response as long as we don't get stuck in it. Acknowledging it is one way of going through it.

The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.