He who mounts a wild elephant goes where the wild elephant goes.

Randolph Bourne

Properly, we shd. read for power. Man reading shd. be man intensely alive. The book shd. be a ball of light in one’s hands.

Ezra Pound

Since everything is but an apparition
Perfect in being what it is,
Having nothing to do with good or bad,
         acceptance or rejection,
One may well burst out in laughter.


When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.


Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.


The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy and, after all, our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope.

Wendell Berry

The world’s spiritual geniuses seem to discover universally that the mind’s muddy river, this ceaseless flow of trivia and trash, cannot be dammed, and that trying to dam it is a waste of effort that might lead to madness.

Annie Dillard

People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Prayer is not the moment when God and humans are in relationship, for that is always. Prayer is taking initiative to intentionally respond to God’s presence.

L. Robert Keck

Prayers are answered in the way they’re asked.

Ram Tirth

I felt it better to speak to God than about him.

St. Thérèse of Lisieux

I looked more widely around me, I studied the lives of the masses of humanity, and I saw that, not two or three, or ten, but hundreds, thousands, millions, had so understood the meaning of life that they were able both to live and to die. All these men were well acquainted with the meaning of life and death, quietly labored, endured privation and suffering, lived and died, and saw in all this, not a vain, but a good thing.

Leo Tolstoy

And what is “common” about the “common life”? What if (we) were to do with “common life” what Einstein did with matter? Finding its energetics, uncovering its radiance.

Saul Bellow

As you come near the end, your wonder increases and maybe you get a little more sense, too, a little more wisdom. When I die, if you were to say, “What is your last word?” I’d say, “Mystery.”

Henry Miller, summing up his life in 1972, when he was 80. He died last month.

Whenever you get there, there’s no there there.

Gertrude Stein