Treasures are hidden away in quiet places.  They speak in soft tones and often become silenced as we approach.  They don’t beg to be found, but embrace us if we do happen to find them.  They are the product of completely ordinary circumstances unfolding in wonderfully extraordinary ways.  They are found hidden in the nooks and crannies of our existence; all around us if we quit allowing our attention to be captivated by that which is noisy and listen for that which is quiet and still.

If we elicit the scorn of men by being on our knees, it may do us well to remember that we have garnered the attention of God. And in the scope of things, that’s a trade-off that’s hardly a trade that’s off.

The drum to which we march reveals the conductor to whom we’re listening.

If I missed the sunrise of this day and if I let the sunset slip by unnoticed, I might ask if what captured my attention this day was worth the loss of this day because I can’t think of anything that’s that important.

A consequence may be the very thing that saves us because it was the only thing loud enough to get our attention.

We need to pay attention to our decisions, for they will determine the losses that we will experience as well as the losses that we will avoid.

Everything I touch makes me a little bit more like the thing I’m touching, so I’d better start paying attention to what I’m touching.

Anything irreversible should be granted the ‘everything’ of our attention.

Thankfully, the nature of pain reminds us of what the ease of pleasure foolishly allows us to forget.