Am I like the optimist who, while falling ten stories from a building, says at each story, I'm all right so far?

To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs is to sink into the preliterate parts of ourselves.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.

To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

A tree is a thought, an obstruction stopping the flow of wind and light, trapping water, housing insects, birds, and animals, and breathing in and out. How treelike the human, how human the tree.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still.

I thought: to be tough is to be fragile; to be tender is to be truly fierce.

I like big, open, spare landscapes. There's lots of room. Nobody bothers you... I feel as if I can think there.

Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

Honesty is stronger medicine than sympathy, which may console but often conceals.

Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

Inner peace comes from knowing the ultimate purpose of your life.

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.

A sinner can no more repent and believe without the Holy Spirit's aid than he can create a world.

Filling a need that others aren't addressing has always been a focus of the companies that I have been involved with.

I guess under the right circumstances, a man will do just about anything.

The idea is more important than the style you're playing in.

All the arguments which are brought to represent poverty as no evil show it evidently to be a great evil.

So there I was, with the two hottest girls on campus, having lunch. I was "the man", the envy of every other guy in our school. Buddy, I was miserable." -Bryce Loski

There is meaning in all things. But are you paying attention?