The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a wheel rolling on its own, a prime movement, a sacred Yes.

Lying very still and thinking very little is the most inexpensive medicine for all the sicknesses of the soul, and when administered with good intentions it grows more and more pleasant with each passing hour.

Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.

And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to cast out their devil entered into the swine themselves.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

One does not hate so long as one continues to rate low, but only when one has come to rate equal or higher.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.