Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.

One must lose one's life to find it.

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.