The more we chase away the false mysteries - those things we think we know about ourselves and others - the more mysterious our existence becomes.

The 'still, small voice' of God never calls on me to be like another man. It appeals to me to rise to my full stature and fulfill the promise that sleeps within my being.

The best practice is to follow the advice posted on every railroad crossing: Stop. Look. Listen.

I think we have to trust ourselves in the darkness of not knowing. The God out of which we came and into which we go is an unknown God. It's the luminosity of that darkness and that unknowing that is, I think, the most human - and the most sacred - place of all.

I've spent my life cultivating knowledge of myself. But the more I know myself, the more utterly mysterious I become.

I fall into all kinds of inauthenticity when I conspire to forget my mortality.

Mystical experiences (unlike scientific conclusions) cannot be communicated from one person to another. Philosophers and little children are continually amazed that we, unaccountably, find ourselves in a somewhat intelligible world.