The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

When we can play with the unself-conscious concentration of a child, this is: art: prayer: love.

Women must be very gentle with men as they, as well as women, seek to regain the lost wholeness for which they were destined.

Are anybody's parents typical?