The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.

Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.

He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.

What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.

I couldn't unpeach the peaches.

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change your mind. The very holy mountains are keeping mum. We doused the burning bush and cannot rekindle it; we are lighting matches in vain under every green tree.