Nature does not demand that we be perfect. It requires only that we grow.

Death is not the enemy of life, but its friend, for it is the knowledge that our years are limited which makes them so precious. It is the truth that time is but lent to us which makes us, at our best, look upon our years as a trust handed into our temporary keeping.

Stripped of all their masquerades, the fears of men are quite identical: the fear of loneliness, rejection, inferiority, unmanageable anger, illness and death.

We achieve inner health only through forgiveness - the forgiveness not only of others but also of ourselves.

Tolerance is the positive and cordial effort to understand another's beliefs, practices, and habits without necessarily sharing or accepting them.

There is too much undissolved wrath and punishment in most religions.

Maturity is achieved when a person accepts life as full of tension.

God hears no sweeter music than the cracked chimes of the courageous human spirit ringing in imperfect acknowledgement of His perfect love.

The moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes a human, the child, by the hand and quietly says, It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of earth. Come you're tired. Lie down at last in the quiet nursery of nature and sleep. Sleep well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity.

Maturity is achieved when a person postpones immediate pleasures for long-term values.