A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

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?

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

You have Within you more love than you could ever understand.

Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

He who tastes not, knows not.