“Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I’ve mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes.”

It’s strange how so much life can be lived without speaking

The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.

Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread.

To bear lightly the neck’s yoke brings strength; but kicking against the goads is the way of failure.

I’m obsessed with the form of a toolbox.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.

Don’t use it for sexual high jinks. It can get ugly – trust me. Also be careful when flushing.

For the Order wishes to be secret and to work in silence

I’m afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.