What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; / Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; / Knowledge of words, and ignorance of The Word.

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

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

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.