Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony.

The lights of prayer that make us imagine we are beginning to be angels are sometimes only signs that we are finally beginning to be men. We do not have a high enough opinion of our own nature. We think we are at the gates of heaven and we are only just beginning to come into our own realm as free and intelligent beings.

Nothing has ever been said about God that hasn't already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected

We cannot master everything, taste everything, understand everything, drain every experience to its last dregs. But if we have the courage to let almost everything else go, we will probably be able to retain the thing necessary for us-whatever it may be. If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost certainly miss even the one thing we need

A gentle sense of humor will be alert to detect anything that savors of a pious 'act' on the part of the penitent.

What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe.