I have come to believe that there are infinite passageways out of the shadows, infinite vehicles to transport us into the light.

I don't believe that there are no spiritual beings around us. I don't know what to call them, I don't know how they work. But I know they're there.

Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.

Hopeful thinking can get you out of your fear zone and into your appreciation zone.

There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job.

The great power of separating the watching mind from the thinking mind is that the watching mind is innately loving. Some call this part of the psyche the 'compassionate witness.' Sharing our difficult feelings with a compassionate witness is the crucial step that heals the infinite small wounds inflicted upon the soul by everyday life.