I Grew Up Taking It For Granted

We Are Born In Mystery, We Live In Mystery, And We Die In Mystery.

In Order To Live Man Must Believe In That For Which He Lives.

The Object Of Pilgrimage Is Not Rest And Recreation – To Get Away From It All. To Set Out On A Pilgrimage Is To Throw Down A Challenge To Everyday Life.

It Would Be Good If We Bore One Another's Burdens.

Poetry Is A Special Use Of Language That Opens Onto The Real. The Business Of The Poet Is Truth Telling, Which Is Why In The Celtic Tradition No One Could Be A Teacher Unless He Or She Was A Poet.