Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.

Don't be an agnostic. Be something.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.