O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven.

Onward and sublime Will ever glide The silent stream of Time, That bears us on its tide.

It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime.

Nature declares herself in her works. What exists beyond her domain, if anything, becomes necessarily a matter of faith or imagination.

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

Life. All this. Why do they need to make us do this? Why do they treat us like we're their slaves?""Power.""Power isn't real. It's just a word.

The phoenix must burn to emerge

Meditation is the way in which we come to feel our basic inseparability from the whole universe, and what that requires is that we shut up.

your mind is like an unsafe neighborhood; don't go there alone.

The Internet is a graveyard, a bright malfunctioning littoral, and it is entirely necropastoral. But the necropastoral can't be sustained - it's non-sustainable.

So please don't think I have a 'down' on the MVS people. I'm just pulling off their arms to beat other people over the head with.

I think I was dealt a good hand. I have happy genes.

I live constantly in the fear of not being misunderstood.