Time goes by, reputation increases, ability declines.

God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason.

Isn't the fulfillment of our duty towards our neighbor an expression of deepest desire?

It is easy to be nice, even to an enemy - from lack of character.

So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no - but refreshed, rested - while waiting.

We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.