Fair and softly goes far.

Fair and softly goes far.

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our read more

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance read more

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.