I need to live like that crooked tree--... that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away..

if you pursue the truth far enough you always wind up in the land of paradox. You reach a point where the apparent truth divides into two opposing tr….

We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob,….

I don't do live things..

A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. Bu….

I tell it like it is. I tell it like I see it. I tell it like I envision it. I tell it like I live it..

Nobody understands your life, but you..

It's not the words but the music that counts..

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel ….

Like the wind, Grace finds us wherever we are and won't leave us however we were found..

It is poetry that changes everything..

Once you reach what is / inside it is outside..

In business for yourself, but not by yourself..

Before you invest in something, invest the time to understand it.

Let the desert wind cool your aching head. Let the weight of the world - drift away instead.

I am happy being what I am..

Own nothing, control everything..

Where ever you are be all there.

Wisdom sails with wind and time..

You don't get nothing and like it..

...a point is reached where the self is so completely aligned with the still-point that it can no longer be moved, even in its first movements, from ….