We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

If the shining sun blinds the eye, it makes sense. But to be blinded by gold and silver!

There are three things a man must do alone. Be born die and testify.

My dad grew up basically in a hut in Taiwan without enough food to eat. And within one generation his son in America gets to do a comedy show about whatever he wants.

Vogue is not a practical magazine, it provides sensations, feeling, moods, you like the photos.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.

Every man in the back of their minds would like to own a bar or a racehorse.

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

If we admit our depression openly and freely, those around us get from it an experience of freedom rather than the depression itself.

The night will close the door & fasten my anchor within the veil and I shall go away to sleep.