“To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.”

“Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod;
They have left unstained what there they found —
Freedom to whorship God.”

“Thus suicidal selfishness, that blights
The fairest feelings of the opening heart,
Is destined to decay, whilst from the soil
Shall spring all virtue, all delight, all love,
And judgment cease to wage unnatural war
With passion's unsubduable array.”

“The ignorant are like useless, brackish soil;
They exist and that is all.”

“The rich scent of well-balanced soil was like incense.”

“The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.”

“Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.”

“Spiritually evolved people, by virtue of their discipline, mastery and love, are people of extraordinary competence, and in their competence they are called on to serve the world, and in their love they answer the call.”

“Human beings, like plants, grow in the soil of acceptance, not in the atmosphere of rejection”

“Hate came in a maelstrom, and we called it several things—racism, pedophilia, justice, righteousness—but all those words were just ribbons and wrapping paper on a soiled gift that no one wanted to open.”