I recall an endless desert of infinite and flaming matter. I am burning! I pass through immeasurable, unorganized time, completely done, despairing, crying in the wilderness. And slowly the flame subsides, the womb of matter grows cool, the stone comes alive, breaks open, and a small green leaf uncurls into the air, trembling. It clutches the soil, steadies itself, raises its head and hands, grasps the air, the water, the light, and sucks at the Universe.

The entire Earth, with her trees and her waters, with her animals, with her men and her gods, calls from within your breast. Earth rises up in your brains and …

Only now, as we feel the onslaught behind us, do we begin dimly to apprehend why the animals fought, begot, and died; and behind them the plants; and behind th…

Gather together in your heart all terrors, recompose all details. Salvation is a circle; close it!

He [Aeschylus] was, first and last, the born fighter, to whom the consciousness of being matched against a great adversary suffices and who can dispense with s…

I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that have created the new level of liv…

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.