“My home drove meinto the wilderness.Few look for me. Few hear me.”

“Is my contact with others anything more than a contact with reflections? Who or what can give me the power to transform the mirror into a doorway?”

“Didst thou give me this inescapable loneliness so that it would be easier for me to give thee all?”

“The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.”

“The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.”

“It is not the repeated mistakes, the long succession of petty betrayals--though, God knows, they would give cause enough for anxiety and self-contempt--but the huge elementary mistake, the betrayal of that within me which is greater than I--in complacent adjustment to alien demands.”

“In a dream I walked with God through the deep places of creation; past walls that receded and gates that opened through hall after hall of silence, darkness and refreshment--the dwelling place of souls acquainted with light and warmth--until, around me, was an infinity into which we all flowed together and lived anew, like the rings made by raindrops falling upon wide expanses of calm dark waters.”