There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. Doubt is a foundling unhappy and astray, and though his own mother who gave him birth should find him and enfold him, he would withdraw in caution and in fear.

When you are sorrowful, look again.