Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away

Dreams are the language of God.

We are our own greatest surprise.

The Lord heareth the prayers of those who ask to put aside hatred. But he is deaf to those who would flee from love.

When we're interested in something, everything around us appears to refer to it (the mystics call these phenomena "signs," the sceptics "coincidence," and psychologists "concentrated focus," although I've yet to find out what term historians should use).

We must never make our parents sad, even if this means giving up everything that makes us happy.

I understand that everything is connected, that all roads meet, and that all rivers flow into the same sea.