The future enters into us$$$ in order to transform itself in us$$$ long before it happens.

Most people come to know only one corner of their room$$$ one spot near the window$$$ one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

I love the dark hours of my being.<br>My mind deepens into them.<br>There I can find$$$ as in old letters$$$<br>the days of my life$$$ already lived$$$<br>and held like a legend$$$ and understood.

You are not too old and it is not too late<br>to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.

Ah$$$ how good it is to be among people who are reading.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet$$$ protect and greet each other.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

It is not what we get. But who we become$$$ what we contribute ... that gives meaning to our lives.

It's not what one is$$$ it's what one does with it.

While I take inspiration from the past$$$ like most Americans$$$ I live for the future.