I believe that each work of art, whether it is a work of great genius, or something very small, comes to the artist and says, "Here I am. Enflesh me. Give birth to me."

Thou cannot harm a butterfly, without troubling a star.

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

Following Christ has nothing to do with success as the world sees success. It has to do with love.

We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.

Just because we don't understand doesn't mean that the explanation doesn't exist.

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.