Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

Life is the game that must be played.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere

The Gardener does not create the Garden. The Garden creates the Gardener.

I'm usually just enjoying life.

Video games don't make people go nuts. I played Super Mario forever. Not once hopping on a turtle or smash my head through a brick ceiling.

Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.

Perhaps we could enjoy ordinary, everyday life more if we learned to celebrate the ordinary.

Calm down, Horus said. "Don't tell me to calm down!" Bast frowned. "I didn't." "Talking to him!" I pointed at my forehead.

Real craftsmanship, regardless of the skill involved, reflects real caring, and real caring reflects our attitude about ourselves, about our fellowmen, and about life.

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.

Tourism is a mortal sin.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.