It's Shakespeare's birthday today, folks, and so I thought I'd share a few things he wrote that speak to the meditative process:
*Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
*There is nothing either good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.
*And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
*Expectation is the root of all heartache.
*I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
*What is past is prologue.
*We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
*But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
*And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.