Poetry is a break for freedom.

What if the world is holding its breath - waiting for you to take the place that only you can fill?

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.

The antidote to exhaustion isn't rest. It's wholeheartedness.

Gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.

To have a firm persuasion in our work - to feel that what we do is right for ourselves and good for the world at exactly the same time - is one of the great triumphs of human existence.

Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you.

Our work is to make ourselves visible in the world. This is the soul's individual journey, and the soul would much rather fail at its own life than succeed at someone else's.

Enough. These few words are enough If not these few words, this breath If not this breath, this sitting here This opening to the life we have refused again and again Until now Until now.

I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing.

The courageous conversation is the one you don't want to have.

Guide them where you want them to interact with you.

The media, folks, is no good. They're no good - very dishonest.

There has always been a certain romanticism associated with the airline business. We must avoid its perpetuation at Eastern at all costs.

I took the wife's family out for tea biscuits. They weren't too happy about having to give blood though.

Water is the best of all things.

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

Nothing is little to him that feels it with great sensibility.

What you cannot see in the world is far more powerful than anything you can see.

Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.

At once, good night- Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.