Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.

Miracles occur all around us, signs from God show us the way, angels plead to be heard, but we pay little attention to them.

All men and women are connected by an energy which we call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy cannot be manipulated, it leads us gently forward, it contains all we have to learn in this life. If we try to make it go in the direction we want, we end up desperate, frustrated, disillusioned, because that energy is free and wild.

If you spend too much time trying to find out what is good or bad about someone else, you'll forget your own soul and end up exhausted and defeated by the energy you have wasted in judging others.

When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped noticing the good things that appear in our lives.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.

There must be a language that doesn't depend on words.