I have hope, because I believe in miracles.

I was very much a child of the 1960s. I protested the Vietnam War and grew up in a fairly politicized home. My father was like a cross between William Kunstler and Zorba the Greek. I grew up among left-wing lawyers.

Every judgement blocks the light!

The voices of fear are so loud today. The voices of love should never shout, but neither should they whisper - not at a time like this.

I believe the universe presents more options to a more loving mind.

You know what we need to heal are the thought forms and the feelings that cause us to create war and mass destruction on this kind of a level, because ultimately if we are to survive as a species, we have to become a human race for whom the thought of war is unthinkable.

Real love is comforting, to be sure, but not always at first.