Sacred Infant, all divine, What a tender love was Thine, Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this.

Days and moments quickly flying, Blend the living with the dead; Soon will you and I be lying Each within our narrow bed.

In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes, But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!

There are men who would be afraid to commit themselves on the doctrine that castor oil is a laxative.

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

The world is not in any sense in danger from itself. The world is in fact not in any danger at all. It is we who are in danger.

Each word of Heraclitus expresses the pride and the majesty of truth, but of truth grasped in intuitions rather than attained by the rope ladder of logic.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

I think we have to be not so afraid of scarcity. We have to be willing to give away all things.

Running is how I clear my head and find my center again.

In the old days, athletes got worked up about the strict rules - today they get worked up about these rules being ignored elsewhere.

I've always loved watching the news on TV. As a kid, I loved watching Walter Cronkite, for some reason.