“…organizations like the church or General Motors promote a man up and up until he reaches a spot which he is obviously incapable of filling, and there they lay him to rest.”

“But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.”

“A writer should read until he is filled to the brim and like a pitcher which is over-filled over flows. And then he should write.”

“For singing till his heaven fills,
'Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes.”

“The man is picked out and somehow he gets to understand what’s expected of him in the way of a contribution, and he ponies up—all from gratitude to the organization that honored him, see? p. 74”

“If every man lays down his arms and refuses to pick them up, the first man to pick up can do whatever he wants.”

“Then rose up the horror which would make civilized man shun justice like a plague if he had not the needy to serve him as hangmen for wages.”

“He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.”

“I [[love the mystics…The mystic manages to strip himself of action, of facts, objectives and even the pastoral mission and rises until he reaches communion with the Beatitudes. Brief moments but which fill an entire life. ]] [Mystics] have been fundamental [to the church]. A religion without mystics is a philosophy.”

“The wise man does not lay up his own treasures. The more he gives to others, the more he has for his own.”