Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing.

Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?" August said. "And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.

You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long.

Standing there, I loved myself and I hated myself. That's what the black Mary did to me, made me feel my glory and my shame at the same time.

Something deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.

The True Self is not our creation, but God's. It is the self we are in our depths. It is our capacity for divinity and transcendence.