I Often Think We're Most Happy When

One Of The Interesting Things About Los Angeles Is That It's Still Supplying The Whole Of The World With Its Dreams Through Movies And Songs And Tv - Often Of An All-american Family At The Same Time As The Real Los Angeles Is Peopled By Souls From Vietnam, Guatemala, And Korea Who Look Nothing Like The Images Being Beamed Out. I Think All That Is Going To Have To Change And Illusion Is Going To Have To Catch Up With Reality In That Regard.

From The Beginning, I've Stressed That Home Is Something Internal, Invisible, Portable, Especially For Those Of Us With Roots In Many Physical Places; We Have To Root Ourselves In Our Passions, Our Values And Our Deepest Friends. My Home, I've Always Felt, Lies In The Songs And Novels That I Love, In The Wife And Mother That I'm Never Far Away From, In The Monastery To Which I've Been Returning For 25 Years.

In An Age Of Speed, I Began To Think Nothing Could Be More Exhilarating Than Going Slow. In An Age Of Distraction, Nothing Can Feel More Luxurious Than Paying Attention. And In An Age Of Constant Movement, Nothing Is More Urgent Than Sitting Still.

There's So Much Visible Stuff Around Now, We're Tempted To Forget That It's Usually The Invisible That Matters Most.

Everyone Is A Wordsworth In Certain Moods, And Every Traveler Seeks Out Places That Every Traveler Has Missed.