Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

Your cravings as a human animal do not become a prayer just because it is God whom you ask to attend to them.

The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Better than other people.' Sometimes he says: 'That, at least, you are.' But more often: 'Why should you be? Either you are what you can be, or you are not - like other people.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

Acts of violence-- Whether on a large or a small scale, the bitter paradox: the meaningfulness of death--and the meaninglessness of killing.

He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.

Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mistout of earshot.

This accidentalmeeting of possibilitiescalls itself I.I ask: what am I doing here?And, at once, this Ibecomes unreal.

His moral lectureblazed with hate.What could have driven a child that far?

Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didn't think it outright but...maybe the truth is, I didn't--I don't--much care one way or th'other.

I still would have been in love with you and wanted a life with you, because of who you are. Not because of the things you did for me.

Make use of time let not advantage slip.

Some days I really love being a mom, and some days I don't! It's crazy - I'm tired of packing lunches!

love is reliable. infatuation is temporary.

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

No matter what happens, it is within my power to turn it to my advantage.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly.

It's very easy to have slogans and rhetoric that people will follow, but eventually the slogans fall away

There are three kinds of people: 1. Innovators. 2. Imitators. 3. Idiots.