We cannot afford to forget any experience, not even the most painful.

To reach perfection, we must all pass, one by one, through the death of self-effacement.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

For all that has been, Thanks. To all that shall be, Yes.

When the sense of the earth unites with the sense of one's body, one becomes earth of the earth, a plant among plants, an animal born from the soil and fertilizing it. In this union, the body is confirmed in its pantheism.

Forgiveness is the answer to the child's dream of a miracle by which what is broken is made whole again, what is soiled is made clean again.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.