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

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

Humility is the most difficult of all virtues to achieve; nothing dies harder than the desire to think well of self.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.