I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.

...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

The root and the flower have to trust each other. If the root does not trust, the plant won't blossom.

And the things you know before you hear them; these are you and the reason you are in the world.

I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

If you can say it, it begins to exist.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.