Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Sir, my concern is not whether God is on our side; my greatest concern is to be on God’s side, for God is always right.

God not only plays dice, but also sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.

Old age is just a record of one’s whole life.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren’t any other people living in the world.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

I am alone a lot, which is good. I need that time to just be alone after a long day, just decompress. So, I go to either my house or the hotel, or my apartment, or whatever – wherever I am, I go home and I watch TV and I sit there, with my cat, and I just watch TV or go online, check my emails.

The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

I’m inconsistent, even to myself.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

I spent most of the early years of my walk with God focused on what was wrong with me. Most of us probably do that, hoping to change ourselves.

Sure I believe in God and the Devil, but they don’t have to have pitchforks and a long white beard.

I got quite annoyed after the Haiti earthquake. A baby was taken from the wreckage and people said it was a miracle. It would have been a miracle had God stopped the earthquake. More wonderful was that a load of evolved monkeys got together to save the life of a child that wasn’t theirs.

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

It is a most mortifying reflection for a man to consider what he has done, compared to what he might have done.

Here’s something that’s contrary to popular belief: I actually don’t like thinking. I think people think I like to think a lot. And I don’t. I do not like to think at all.

What really matters is how God sees me. He isn’t concerned with labels; he is concerned about the state of man’s soul.

We may be surprised at the people we find in heaven. God has a soft spot for sinners. His standards are quite low.

The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.

I think God’s going to come down and pull civilization over for speeding.

Few men would dare to read their own autobiography if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

If I think too hard about a relationship, I’ll talk myself out of it.

Everybody has a job to do. There are people in Iraq on both sides of this war who do what they do for religious reasons, and they feel with God on their side. Some people are good at annihilating people. Maybe that’s their gift.

Instead of blaming everyone and everything else for your problems, pray for God to help you take an inventory of what’s been on your mind so you can think about what you’ve been thinking about.

I believe in God – not in a Catholic God; there is no Catholic God. There is God, and I believe in Jesus Christ, his incarnation. Jesus is my teacher and my pastor, but God, the Father, Abba, is the light and the Creator. This is my Being.

I’m interested in the dream and subconscious mind, the peculiar dream-like quality of our lives, sometime nightmare quality of our lives.

The abdomen is the reason why man does not readily take himself to be a god.

Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God, and so are men. We all flow from one fountain Soul. All are expressions of one Love.

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

You don’t look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.

I’m really trying to dredge up what one might call intellectual and moral material. For example, when do you realize that you are an American? What age does that happen to you? When do you realize what religion your parents practice? When does it all become conscious? I was interested in exploring all of that.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.

Look at the means which a man employs, consider his motives, observe his pleasures. A man simply cannot conceal himself!

When I think over what I have said, I envy dumb people.

Scientific views end in awe and mystery, lost at the edge in uncertainty, but they appear to be so deep and so impressive that the theory that it is all arranged as a stage for God to watch man’s struggle for good and evil seems inadequate.

As soon as you have a language that has a past tense and a future tense you’re going to say, ‚Where did we come from, what happens next?‘ The ability to remember the past helps us plan the future.

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.

God tries you in certain, certain ways. Some people are rich, and they believe in God. They lose the money, things get hard, they get weak and quit going to church. Quit serving God like they did.

When we trust God more than our feelings, it confuses the devil. I mean, when he throws you his best shot and he can’t budge you from believing God, he won’t know what to do with you anymore.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

I don’t want to be too critical of what other people do, but when people go back to do the same thing that they did, I’m completely confused. I’m like, ‚Didn’t you make that movie already?‘ I’ve been very fortunate, and I’m well taken care of, so the least I can do is try to go forward.

There’s a rebel lying deep in my soul.

At the heart of every being lies creation’s dream of a principle that will one day give organic form to its fragmented treasures. God is unity.

He who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does not learn is in great danger.

The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.

I don’t really know that much about love, it turns out.

We dissect failure a lot more than we dissect success.

Sometimes, I want to talk on a song and be angry, because I am angry. Then there’s always a part of me that remembers that this record lives past my being angry, and so do I really want to be angry about that? Is that feeling going to have longevity?

Behold a worthy sight, to which the God, turning his attention to his own work, may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing, worthy of a God, a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.

I’m living in the present, thinking about the past, hoping for the future.

The pause between the errors and trials of the day and the hopes of the night.

If we don’t know life, how can we know death?

We all dream. We dream vividly, depending on our nature. Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we’re atheist.

God will not look you over for medals degrees or diplomas, but for scars.

The will is a beast of burden. If God mounts it, it wishes and goes as God wills; if Satan mounts it, it wishes and goes as Satan wills; Nor can it choose its rider… the riders contend for its possession.

God’s love is too great to be confined to any one side of a conflict or to any one religion.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?