Where is the Life we lost in living?

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

The naming of cats is a difficult matter

At the still point, there the dance is.