Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal.

The Eastern Light Our Spires Touch At Morning, The Light That Slants Upon Our Western Doors At Evening, The Twilight Over Stagnant Pools At Batflight, Moon Light And Star Light, Owl And Moth Light, Glow-worm Glowlight On A Grassblade. O Light Invisible, We Worship Thee!

Except For The Point, The Still Point, There Would Be No Dance, And There Is Only The Dance

Half Of The Harm That Is Done In This World Is Due To People Who Want To Feel Important. They Don't Mean To Do Harm. But The Harm Does Not Interest Them.

If One Has To Earn A Living, Therefore, The Safest Occupation Is That Most Remote From The Arts.

My Life Is Light, Waiting For The Death Wind, Like A Feather On The Back Of My Hand.