“We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.”

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

We must not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.

Teach us to care and not to care

If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

I can connect Nothing with nothing

For you know only a heap of broken images

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.

You don’t share everything about you, so let’s not assume everything about them.

Sometimes a person is in peace & in the piece at the same time.

Everything we look for outside is always inside.

I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.

There is no better time to start than now.

His revenge wasn’t loud or nasty. His revenge was silent because growth can not be heard.

When you find yourself in a hole, quit digging.