It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Unfortunately, 'post racism' is also a myth, like unicorns and black people who survive to the end of a horror movie.

I grow up relying upon on my own shoulders even from the moment they were too weak to hold me back, but I knew it is the only to become a tough guy.

We've never been people that go around and confront people that have been financially successful and say, 'We hate you. We envy you because of how well you're doing.'

It is impossible to solve significant problems using the same knowledge that created them.

Words can be very powerful. I find them very difficult.

Nature is a source of strength.

Purity is something that comes from another world. It's a radiance that enters into this world of transformation and change.

There is nothing that art cannot express.

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.

I'm an eternal optimist with a small degree of cynicism.