A man with a talent does what is expected of him, makes his way, constructs, is an engineer, a composer, a builder of bridges. It's the natural order of things that he construct objects outside himself and his family. The woman who does so is aberrant. We have to expiate for this cursed talent someone handed out to us, by mistake, in the black mystery of genetics.

The hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing.

It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.

At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.

It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.

Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.