The moment an individual can accept and forgive him or herself, even a little, is the moment in which he or she becomes to some degree lovable.

Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple.

The future is religion and commerce, aphrodisiac and Benzedrine, a mother of mysterious comfort and a mistress of familiar ravishments ever on the verge of embracing or destroying us.

Mercy is a source of life because we breathe our own spirits through it into the lives of others.

We not only romanticize the future we have also made it into a growth industry, a parlor game and a disaster movie all at the same time.

There are times when silence is the most sacred of responses.

Life does not hurt nearly as much if we have learned to listen to ourselves and to recognize how fully and richly we are trying to tell ourselves the truth.

There is a silence that matches our best possibilities when we have learned to listen to others. We can master the art of being quiet in order to be able to hear clearly what others are saying. . . . We need to cut off the garbled static of our own preoccupations to give to people who want our quiet attention.

Death is by no means separate from life. . . . We all interact with death every day, tasting it as we might a wine, feeling its keen edge even in trifling losses and disappointments, holding it by the hand, as a dancer might a partner, in every separation.