Regrets don't help anything.

What matters is giving over to what you love.

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.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

Stopping is a spiritual art. It is the refuge where we drink life in.

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