There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
It could be that our faithlessness is a cowering cowardice born of our very smallness, a massive failure of imagination... If we were to judge nature by common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed.
How we spend our days is of course how we spend our lives.
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.
Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles.
Cruelty is a mystery and a waste of pain
Eskimo: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? Priest: No, not if you did not know. Eskimo: Then why did you tell me?
I think the dying pray at the last not please but thank you as a guest thanks his host at the door
A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
You can't test courage cautiously.
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit, till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.