The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.

A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.

The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower is king.

Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life.

Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been.

A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.

The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.

Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.

Books fall open, you fall in.

Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit.

But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.

The marvelous Maker!

You don’t have to know where you’re going. In fact, it’s better if you don’t.

Silence, like salt, only seems to be weightless. In reality, if one allows time to dampen it, it grows heavy as an anvil.

You can put all your eggs in one basket if God has told you to.

I'm a dreamer and continue to dream of what can and will be, "Expecting great things from God, Attempting great things for God

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We can never know truth, but some stories are better than others.

I feel like the universe is so big it'd be foolish to pull out the "no" for it.

You cannot be spiritually free and financially bound.

You already barely exist. Disappearing entirely won't be that much of a change.