all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

Go rich in poverty. Go rich in poetry. This nothingness is plentitude.

... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.

The tragic thing about learning from experience is I fear that one can only learn from one's own experience. Other people's - other nations' - experiences simply do not help. They can be imaginatively learned from. But people do not act on other people's experiences.