For being human, we remember and forget. We stray and return, fall down and get up, and cling and let go, again and again. But it is this straying and returning that makes life interesting, this clinging and letting go - damned as it is - that exercises the heart.

Joy in what we do is not an added feature; it is a sign of deep health.

We are born with only one obligation - to be completely who we are.

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.

By our very nature, we are a human paradox. We are a human being. The being is infinite and the human is very finite. We walk around like lightening in a bottle.

I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.