You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet, when to let things take their course.

I eventually found that the soul is more than an immortal commodity to win and save. It is the repository of the inner divine, the truest part of us.

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

T. Ray said 'Who do you think you are? Julias Shakespeare?' The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare's first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ignorant about the art of survival.

It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.