I remeber the time you told me, You said love was touching souls, Surely you've touched mine, 'Cuz a part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time, You're in my blood like wholy wine, You taste so bitter, And so sweet, Oh I could drink a case of you, And I would still be on my feet

One way or another, we all have to find what best fosters the flowering of our humanity in this contemporary life, and dedicate ourselves to that.

When you follow your bliss . . . doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors; and where there wouldn't be a door for anyone else.

Life is like arriving late for a movie, having to figure out what was going on without bothering everybody with a lot of questions, and then being unexpectedly called away before you find out how it ends.

We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value that we forget the inner value, the rapture that is associated with being alive, is what it is all about.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.

We are kept out of the Garden by our own fear and desire in relation to what we think to be the goods of our life.

"Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived."

We must be willing to get rid of
the life we've planned, so as to have
the life that is waiting for us.

The old skin has to be shed
before the new one can come.

The most revolutionary act one can make in our world is to be happy.