If I reveal myself without worrying about how others will respond, then some will care, though others may not. But who can love me, if no one knows me? I must risk it, or live alone.

In the long run we get no more than we have been willing to risk giving.

To live without the creative potential of our own destructiveness is to be a cardboard angel.

Often things are as bad as they seem.

It is not possible to know how much is just enough, until we have experienced how much is more than enough. (64)

One can choose life, or choose death. Having chosen life, I must live it as it is.

So it is that God tugs at a pilgrim's sleeve telling him to remember that he is only human. He must be his own man, remain in exile, and belong to himself. He must pay attention to his own feelings and to the meaning of what he does, if he is to be for himself, and yet for others as well.