Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

How many times do we lose an occasion for soul work by leaping ahead to final solutions without pausing to savor the undertones? We are a radically bottom-line society, eager to act and to end tension, and thus we lose opportunities to know ourselves for our motives and our secrets.

When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness.