We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Your faithfulness and mercies forever abide, we trust in You Jehovah - Ahavah, The Lord is love.

I hate it when people slag us off. We had done three tours during 1970 and we finished off feeling we had just about had enough. We had done so much in that short space of time, we were drained.

The urge to revolt is one of the essential dimensions of human nature.

We have found that bats adjust the timing of their sounds when they encounter clutter, and they seem to 'strobe' the world with sound.

for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated.

I just wanted to act. I didn't want to do anything else.

The greatest player in the world. He's got a fantastic vision of the game, and what he can do technically - it's crazy.

Culturally, the First World War is the war that stands in for other wars.

A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.

Say, did you read what this writer just dug up in George Washington's diary? I was so ashamed I sat up all night reading it.