Never mind the stillness -the deep sleeps to

My head bows before the thing you mention.But my heart doesn't speak that lan

Most animals are like people-and like good people

The strangest of our powersIs the courage to liveKnowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more

The beeches deep in snow, I walk the dark woodsIn sorrow, sorrow.Your hand, where is your

I like the sound of rain more than my

I can't promise to becalm, dignified, and indifferent, like a rock by the sea...If my heart's going to break, let it break from anger, grief, or

The cloth cap on my headdoesn't tellwhat's in it.

Haven't you ever thought of livingunconsciously like bears, sniffing the earth, close to pears and the mossy dark, far from human voices and

The worstis when people - knowingly or not -carry prison inside thems

A sentence should be read as if its author, had he held a plough instead of a pen, could have drawn a furrow deep and straight to the end.

In the presence of the storm, thunderbolts, hurricane, rain, darkness, and the lions, which might be concealed but a few paces away, he felt disarmed and helpless.

Well, laddie, if you've let an old buzzard like me hurt you confidence, you couldn't have had much in the first place.

Being in prison for seven years was like being in an army that never drilled, never deployed, and only fought itself.

In an economy where the only certainty is uncertainty, the one sure source of lasting competitive advantage is knowledge.

But whoever has this world's goods, and sees his brother in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him?

Whoever possesses God in their being has Him in a divine manner, and He shines out to them in all things; for them all things taste of God and in all things it is God's image that they see.

I like New York better than Seattle. It's bigger. I was really sad when I left, because I miss my friends, but I call them almost every day, and I have friends here now.

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

In matters of principle, stand like a rock.