We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

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

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

Whenever an encounter between a writer of good will and a regular person of good will happens to touch on the subject of writing, each person discovers, dismayed, that good will is of no earthly use. The conversation cannot proceed.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.