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.

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

You can't make anyone love you. You just have to reveal who you are and take your chances. (105)

Again and again I find that my own inner counselor, my secret dreaming self, is not only wise and helpful but usually amusing as well.

For a long time now I have trusted my dreaming self as wiser than that waking self whose head is cluttered with reason and practicalities, so busy trying to control things that he sometimes forgets that the heart has reasons that reason does not know. When I dream, I never forget to trust myself.

The unlived life isn't worth examining.

Maintaining the illusion that I am in control is futile, lonely, and in the long run more always costly than the effort is worth.