The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.

Faith includes noticing the mess, the emptiness and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns.

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

The whistle is always waiting to be blown, and in some ways, it gets me to do better work.

A lot is better not gotten around to.

Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy.

Forgiveness is having given up all hope of having had a better past.

Never compare your insides to everyone else’s outsides.

Here are the two best prayers I know: Help me, help me, help me and Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I don’t think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won’t be good enough at it.