Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant