In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey

Love is quivering happiness.

You are good when you are one with yourself. Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil. For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house. And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.