The silkworm spins out his life, and, wrapping himself in his labor, dies. – Phineas Parkhurst Quimby (1802-1866), “Religion in Disease,” 1865

We are spirits clad in veils. – Christopher P. Cranch

When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

In the circle of life there is no top, no corner, and no straight lines. – Mike Dolan, @HawaiianLife