“Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.”

“Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.”

“Your house is your larger body.”

“Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.”

“Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.”

“And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.”

“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy”