Oftentimes I think it is far better to listen for an answer, rather than talk out of an effort to create one.

If we don’t use our minds, we can be certain that someone else will.

Half of the time I think I know what I’m doing. The other half of the time I’m doubting that I really knew what I was doing the first half of the time. So that leaves me turning to God all of the time.

I don’t think that there are many true leaders. For a true leader possesses both the seasoned acumen and the utterly fearless temperament to slice through the boggy agendas and the cumbersome biases that lesser people have come to justify as wholly good and impeachably righteous simply because these lesser things have become the whole of their calling. And no true leader would ever lead himself or anyone else to such a pitiful place as that.

Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.

The common theme of common sense is that it’s commonly rejected as uncommonly demanding.

From somewhere off in the distance, a loon called into the ascending night. And drifting across the lake’s sleepy surface, it’s call lent both a stirring mystery and a gentle magic to the lake and the now drowsy forest that surrounded it. And I remember thinking that no song I have ever heard in the entirety of my life ever conveyed so much with so little.

Intelligence and wisdom are certainly compatible, however they are rarely seen in each other’s company.

Vigilance of the wisest kind is to incessantly remain open to the reality that what I ‘see’ is but a single thread and solitary shard of what ‘is’, for to assume otherwise is to surrender the wisdom of vigilance to the decay of ignorance.