Sand And Foam

Give me silence and I will out dare the night.

It is wiser for the lame not to break his crutches upon the head of his enemy.

No longing remains unfulfilled.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches;
Yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

I would not believe that a man is mediocre simply because he kills the criminals and the prophets.

Oftentimes I have hated in self-defense; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.

Turtles can tell more about roads than hares.

You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small is your knowledge.

A forgotten reality may die and leave in its will seven thousand actualities and facts to be spent in its funeral and the building of a tomb.

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever.

Crucified One, you are crucified upon my heart; and the nails that pierce your hands pierce the walls of my heart.
And tomorrow when a stranger passes by this Golgotha he will not know that two bled here.
He will deem it the blood of one man.

Let him who wipes his soiled hands with your garment take your garment. He may need it again; surely you would not.

The highest virtue here may be the least in another world.

Pity is but half justice.

You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.

You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.

Now would I fulfill myself. But how shall I unless I become a planet with intelligent lives dwelling upon it?
Is not this every man’s goal?

The difference between the richest man and the poorest is but a day of hunger and an hour of thirst.

If it were not for our conception of weights and measures we would stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.

The most talkative is the least intelligent, and there is hardly a difference between an orator and an auctioneer.

I have no enemies, O God, but if I am to have an enemy
Let his strength be equal to mine,
That truth alone may be the victor.

Waiting is the hoofs of time.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.

Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you must needs have knowledge and art and music – the knowledge of the music of words, the art of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.

There are three miracles of our Brother Jesus not yet recorded in the Book: the first that He was a man like you and me, the second that He had a sense of humour, and the third that He knew He was a conqueror though conquered.

Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way.

Worms will turn; but is it not strange that even elephants will yield?

Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain

Should nature heed what we say of contentment no river would seek the sea, and no winter would turn to Spring. Should she heed all we say of thrift, how many of us would be breathing this air?