Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination

The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

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.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.