To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.

The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.

God is at the tip of our scalpels, our screwdrivers, our computer terminals, our dust rags, our vacuum cleaners, our pencils and pens. He is with us in our wheelchairs, or on our hospital beds, when all we can do is sit or lie flat. When we envision Him and His purpose in what we do, then we begin to grow aware of His presence in the middle of it. We are able to engage in our inward conversation with Him as we work, naturally, without strain. He becomes our partner, our collaborator.

It's your time to live, don't mess it up.

When compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.