Grief is the agony of an instant: the indulgence of grief is the blunder of life.

You must never be fearful about what you are doing when it is right.

All is mystery; but he is a slave who will not struggle to penetrate the dark veil.

Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever.

We wake$$$ if we ever wake at all$$$ to mystery$$$ rumors of death$$$ beauty$$$ violence...

You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.

Nature is pleased with simplicity. And nature is no dummy.

Give until it hurts.

There's only the integrity of doing and having done.

I measure every Grief I meet<br/>With narrow$$$ probing$$$ Eyes;<br/>I wonder if It weighs like Mine$$$<br/>Or has an Easier size.