There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold your whole life.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.