A lot of the shadow self is the home of poetry, story, prayer. My deepest understandings are often released from the part of me of which I am least aware most of the time.

Behind the violence of the birthing of galaxies and stars and planets came a quiet and tender melody, a gentle love song. All the raging of creation, the continuing hydrogen explosions on the countless suns, the heaving of planetary bodies, all was enfolded in a patient, waiting love.

Experiment is the mother of knowledge.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.

Humility is throwing oneself away in complete concentration on something or someone else.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

if a book is not good enough for a grownup, it is not good enough for a child.