I feel that the social revolution of the sixties is like a revolving door that came our way, and then left. It's back again.

The only work that will ultimately bring any good to any of us is the work of contributing to the healing of the world.

There is no they, only us. We are part of a large fellowship called the human race. We all hurt the same. We all love the same. We all bleed the same. We all need understanding and care. We can't separate ourselves from one another. We are all part of the same vast sea of love, one indivisible divine mind.

Our triumph over sorrow is not that we can avoid it but that we can endure it. And therein lies our hope; that in spirit we might become bigger than the problems we face.

There are other kinds of emotional pain that emerge from our own mistaken thinking. As we surrender that pain, we are inviting into our thought system a guide who will lead us to different thoughts. It’s like the song “Amazing Grace”: I was blind and now I see.

The worlds of Truth (love) and illusion (fear) are like parallel universes; with every thought we make a choice which one to inhabit

No matter what mistakes we might have made yesterday, today is the day we can retrieve our innocence.