I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.
I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
And I say to my heart: rave on.
Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
The world is living today in what might be described as an era of carnality, which glorifies sex, hates restraint, identifies purity with coldness, innocence with ignorance, and turns men and women into Buddhas with their eyes closed, hands folded across their breasts, intently looking inward, thinking only of self.
You certainly wouldn’t want to invest much time in an argument with someone who would believe it in the first place.
If I am happy inside, then I live in paradise no matter where my residence is.
Though not a participant in the Business of life; I am, like the character of Addison and Steele, an impartial (or more or less impartial) Spectator, who finds not a little recreation in watching the antics of those strange and puny puppets called men.