“This boat that we just built is just fine –  and don’t try to tell us it’s not the sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot.”

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.

Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.

I know a way to stay friends forever, there’s really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, and you do it.

If you are a dreamer come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tails to spin, come in, come in.

Don’t know where he’s going but sees where he’s been.

Sometimes I get so depressed about what I haven’t done.

Many leaves one tree.

Make it so good and so clear that it doesn’t need any further explanation.

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

Know, O beloved, that man was not created in jest or at random, but marvelously made and for some great end. Although he is not form everlasting, yet he lives for ever; and though his body is mean and earthly, yet his spirit is lofty and divine.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

Suffering — how divine it is, how misunderstood! We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives value to life; we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe to it all the virtues.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.

The task of pastoral ministry, above all else, is to arrange contingencies for an encounter with the divine.