He who hopes in God trusts God, Whom he never sees, to bring him to the possession of things that are beyond imagination.

There is always a temptation to diddle around in the contemplative life, making itsy-bitsy statues.

The problem today is that there are no deserts, only dude ranches.

When I am liberated by silence, when I am no longer involved in the measurement of life, but in the living of it, I can discover a form of prayer in which there is effectively no distraction. My whole life becomes a prayer. My whole silence is full of prayer. The world of silence in which I am immersed contributes to my prayer.

Even the darkest moments of the liturgy are filled with joy, and Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the lenten fast, is a day of happiness, a Christian feast.

Love winter when the plant says nothing.

Zen insight is not our awareness, but Being's awareness of itself in us.