Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow - And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too. A long way to go.

And with joy you realize for the first time "Thinking's just like not thinking — So I don't have to think any more".

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.