The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars.
We are here to change the world with small acts of thoughtfulness done daily rather than with one great breakthrough.
Caring about others, running the risk of feeling, and leaving an impact on people, brings happiness.
Everything that God created is potentially holy, and our task as humans is to find that holiness in seemingly unholy situations. When we can do this, we will have learned to nurture our souls.
I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear … that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.
I would rather think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to come together and make sense.
Religion is an illusion, and it derives its strength from its readiness to fit in with our instinctual wishful impulses.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.