Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.

Perhaps, the answer is that my ravaged mind rails against the idea of God, but something deeper in me calls out as if God might answer. 'There are not foxholes,' I guess, and depression is the deepest and deadliest foxhole I've been in. It may be the 'dark night of the soul' that the mystics talk about but in depression it is not so much that one becomes lost in the dark as one becomes the dark.

Don't let anyone or anything rob you of the beauty and meaning at the heart of life. It's your birthright gift.

I think the pursuit of happiness is the pursuit of reality because illusion never leaves us ultimately happy.

Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up.

It is because as we are, our hearts are closed, and we cannot place the holy words in our hearts. So we place them on top of our hearts. And there they stay until, one day, the heart breaks and the words fall in.

What passes for political realism may make for lively academic debates. But it often functions, ironically, as a tool of social control, rendering us passive with an analysis that overwhelms and paralyzes us.