Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

Know mankind well, don't degrade every man as evil, and don't exalt every man thinking he is good. He who cannot discover himself; cannot discover the world.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.

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?

Beauty surrounds us.