The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy. Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

What I mean by "An Unspoken Hunger." It's a hunger that cannot be quelled by material things. It's a hunger that cannot be quelled by the constant denial.

The heart is the path to wisdom because it dares to be vulnerable in the presence of power

I think I must be worried all the time - maybe that is the other side of joy, you know, holding that line of the full range of emotions.

The human heart is the first home of democracy.

memory is the only way home.

What is evolution if not creative adaptation and the progression of our own souls?