We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.