Most everything that I ‘need’ can be found in most everything that I threw away in my mad rush to get everything that I ‘wanted,’ for the eyes of greed are blind to the treasures of life.

Having the eyes of a child does not mean that we are naïve. Rather, it means that we’ve become brave enough to believe in a great good while simultaneously embracing the reality of a great evil.

Blindness is far more a state of mind than it is a condition of the eyes.

I want to have the eyes of an adult to see the world as it is, but I more desperately want to have the heart of a child to make certain that I never forget what it could be.

If we have relegated vision solely to a function of the eyes, we are blind indeed.

Through the eyes of men an utterly irrational birth followed by a terribly improbable execution are miscues of the most pathetic sort. And all I can say is that I’m immeasurably thankful that I’ve been given access to the eyes of God.

The eyes of love have 20/20 vision when focused on another, and become entirely blind when focused on ourselves.