A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

Bureaucrats are a pox. They are supposed to be necessary. Certain chemicals in the body are supposed to be necessary to life, but cause death the moment they increase beyond a suitable limit

The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

Any damn fool can be spontaneous.