Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

The individual soul touches upon the world soul like a well reaches for the water table. That which sustains the universe beyond thought and language, and that which is at the core of us and struggles for expression, is the same thing. The finite within the infinite, the infinite within the finite.

You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.

I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful.

Animals in the wild lead lives of compulsion and necessity within an unforgiving social hierarchy in an environment where the supply of fear is high and the supply of food is low and where territory must constantly be defended and parasites forever endured.

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.

Afterwards, when it's all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?