Nothing was, nothing will be, everything has reality and presence

Most people...are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.

The cup was emptied and would never be filled again.

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.

A thousand times I was ready to regret and take back my rash statement - yet it had been the truth.

That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.

We create gods and struggle with them, and they bless us.