Inhabit ourselves that we may indeed do what we want to do.

Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and peace are beings who live as possibilities in us.

The big art is our life.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

For since most of our living is unconscious, play is like matchstrokes in the void, bringing into light the structures we behave by, illuminating for us, however briefly, our deep meanings.

Inhabit ourselves that we may indeed do what we want to do.