We live in a mystery. Our lives have flowed from exploding stars, from tides of time and gravity beyond our ken.

At Reed College, I learned very quickly that I didn't know nearly enough. I learned, first, that every student there was as smart as I was, and quite a few seemed smarter.

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, here in your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there— there is no time.

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

we lived depravityand called it truth, silencingour dreaming, andour love, discardingthings holy.

The light shines in the soul, awaken the spirit and gives clearer sight.

As you become more aligned with the truth of who you are, the question of liking yourself goes away. It is a natural state of being.

Men and women of high professional standing were reduced to the status of vagrants, unable to find employment and forced to eat the bitter bread of public or private charity.

A man seldom finds people unthankful, as long as he remains in a condition of benefiting them further.

Selfless giving does not imply superiority. Selfless giving is about love.

There are no idle thoughts. All thinking produces form at some level.

We don't forgive because people deserve it, we forgive so we can see again.

Rock and roll ain't nothing but jazz with a hard backbeat.

I'm more pompous and self-assured and determined that if - you know - if the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.