Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.

Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in.

Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life.

I like the one about the little soulworms that fly out of the nest for the resurrection.

Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?

The man who is intoxicated with life does not pass judgment, does not seek to come to a conclusion, does not impose his message on the world.

Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.