Fighting dragons is my holy joy.

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.

I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.

Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.

When we admit our vulnerability, we include others. If we deny it, we shut them out.

I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.