This accidentalmeeting of possibilitiescalls itself I.I ask: what am I doing here?And, at once, this Ibecomes unreal.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Better than other people.' Sometimes he says: 'That, at least, you are.' But more often: 'Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not - like other people.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

Acts of violence-- Whether on a large or a small scale, the bitter paradox: the meaningfulness of death--and the meaninglessness of killing.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.

His moral lectureblazed with hate.What could have driven a child that far?

The whole purpose of propaganda is to make the obvious seem obscure, or offensive

The more we pollute the earth, the less we deserve to live on earth!

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt.

It must not be supposed that the subjective elements are any less 'real' than the objective elements; they are only less important... because they do not point to anything beyond ourselves.

Making you happy isn't making me happy.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.

Joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep eternity.

Once again, Pat Robertson leaves us speechless with his insensitivity and arrogance.

We are all children of the same mother, and the same fate awaits us all. We, too, have our religion, and it is this: Help for the living-Hope for the dead.

From a person standpoint, the old expression of what doesn't kill you makes you stronger is somewhat true.