Relax, allow the mind to become empty, and surprise yourself with the great treasure that begins to flow from your soul.

The only things she cared about were solitude and beauty, direct communication with God, and above all a safe distance from the world that she already knew all too well and that no longer held any interest for her.

Art offers sanctuary to everyone willing to open their Hearts as well as their Eyes.

I want time in which to walk quietly over the earth, among uncrazed men. I want time in which to build a house, inhabit it, create a past with meaning. I want time in which to seek and find love. I want time. I want to be unhurried, uncaught. I want time in which to sleep and waken, in which to dream the truth of my being on earth. Time.

No voice, no low, no howl is heard; the chief sound of life here is a hiss.

Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather on the breath of God.

To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy.

For fast-acting relief from stress, try slowing down.

By silencing the mind, we can experience real peace. As long as various kinds of thoughts agitate the brain, we don't experience 100 percent peace.

I once asked a hermit in Italy how he could venture to live alone, in a single cottage, on the top of a mountain, a mile from any habitation? He replied, that Providence was his next-door neighbor.

If we have not silence, God is not heard in our music. If we have no rest God, does not bless our work.

Things work in spite of me sometimes.