Once we reach a certain age, we tend to recalibrate our expectations. We expect less from the world once we've seen it up close.

The love is what's left at the end because it's the bedrock, fundamental reality that gets hidden all the time, but never really goes away.

Sometimes we think, "We're the only people who see it this way," but that's really not the case.

Once you've had enough and you can't do it anymore, you consider the possibility that there might be a better way. That's when your head cracks open and God comes in.

We need to shift from an economic to a humanitarian organizing principle for human civilization. And women, en masse, should be saying so.

If I'm honest with myself, I think it's probably true I have learned more in my life through pain than through joy. But hopefully that's changing.

The work of intimacy, of course, is to learn to both show your own illumination, and to see it in a way that the physical eyes cannot reveal. In a way that only the heart can reveal: the illumined beauty in another person.