We tell ourselves all of the reasons why we’re not lost, which become all of the reasons why we’re never found.

I think we fear that if we give ourselves away we are certain to lose ourselves in the giving. And I would suggest that you cannot lose yourself in ‘giving yourself away.’ Rather, you lose yourself when you ‘squander’ yourself away.

A life that chooses not to grow is a life that died long before it ever lived.

We look around us and we find ourselves confused as to why the world has fallen into such deep darkness. And standing in this descending darkness, what we need to realize is that the farther we move from God, the darker everything gets. And no light of man can illuminate that kind of darkness.

Once I have impounded love and towed it into the confine of words, I have lost it altogether.

I suppose that the greatest blindness is to assume the absence of blindness.

In a very tragic kind of way, sometimes things have to be gone before I fully realize that they were ever there.

Due north’ on my compass is largely ‘due’ to the fact that in ‘due’ time I have been ‘unduly’ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I’m apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I’m lost.

What keeps us stuck and forever languishing in the muck and mire of whatever situation we're in is the utterly convincing but entirely false belief that there's nothing in our situation that we can do other than be stuck. Therefore, what's got us stuck in this mess has nothing to do with our situation, but everything to do with our belief about our situation.