Inhabit ourselves that we may indeed do what we want to do.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one’s work the tender and flushed substance of one’s dearest concern.

It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.

Who are enemies? Those who oppose each others will.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

The imagination equips us to perceive reality when it is not fully materialized.

Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? It is a frightening and sacred moment. There is no return. One’s life is charged forever. It is the fire that gives us our shape.

Inhabit ourselves that we may indeed do what we want to do.

To have character is to be big enough to take life on.