We go in withering July To ply the hard incessant hoe; Panting beneath the brazen sky We sweat and grumble, but we go.

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.

We go, in winter's biting wind, On many a short-lived winter day, With aching back but willing mind To dig and double dig the clay.

Poor comfort all comfort: once what the mouse had spared Was enough, was delight, there where the heart was at home

The lily in splendor, the vine in her grace, The fox in the forest, all had their desire, As then I had mine, in the place that was happy and poor.

Accept no limitations and you'll have no limitations.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Life is invisible. The illusion is that what we perceive is in some way not a reflection of self. Life reflects the field of attention that we're in.

Is n't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land?

I don’t embrace excuses. I embrace solutions.

An instructor once told me that when there's resistence in your body, it's only because of the resistence in your mind. It's about getting inside the pose. Being the breath.

When the Sacred Masculine is combined with the sacred feminine inside each of us, we create the 'sacred marriage' of compassion and passion in ourselves.

Is it arrogance if one is truly superior?

I haven't really been auditioning. For me is about finding quality work versus finding work. I get a considerable amount of offers everyday.

It is the age that forms the man, not the man that forms the age.