They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?"-- and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king.

Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.

Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.

I embrace emerging experience, I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.

I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.

There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough.

You don't need many words if you already know what you're talking about

Wisdom is having things right in your life and knowing why.

Anyone who breathes is in the rhythm business.

...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

A speech is something you say so as to distract attention from what you do not say.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

If you draw your sword against those you sworn to protect, the very ones who trust in your strength, how will you convince them that you are a shield when the dragons come and take them away?

We are born for meaning, not pleasure, unless it is pleasure that is steeped in meaning.

You have to not listen to the nay sayers because there will be many and often they'll be much more qualified than you and cause you to sort of doubt yourself.

I love the sun but don't have the time to get a good tan and keep it year-round, so I am a huge fan of tanning products.

Most higher education is devoted to affirming the traditions and origins of an existing elite and transmitting them to new members.

You can shave my head if you need to; it doesn't bother me.

A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry.

Plagiarists are always suspicious of being stolen from, as pickpockets are observed commonly to walk with their hands in their breeches' pockets.

There are some who died because they were fasting, and they were crammed in tight.