Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.

I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose read more

I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose tragedy. Tragedy chose them.

Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.

Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.

When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the read more

When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.

Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.

Laughter is the closest thing to the grace of God.

Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.

Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.