If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold. If you have a greed for food, you'll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: Whatever you love, you are.

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well, when a strong rope is in my hand?

I want to say words that flame as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try to make both words fit in one mouthful.

There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.

Respond to every call that excites your spirit.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.