The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it is the canvas upon which we paint our desires. Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence which we share and create.

Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and has powers of reality.

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he or she is in. That person must reflect what is projected upon him or her.

The unclouded eye was better, no matter what it saw.

Money to a writer is time to write.

Grief is the price of victory.

Absolute prediction is completion . . . is death!