William P. Young Quotes

The artist and the mother are vehicles, not originators. They don't create the new life, they only bear it. This is why birth is such a humbling experience. The new mom weeps in awe at the little miracle in her arms. She knows it came out of her but not from her, through her but not of her.

It is only to the individual that a soul is given.

I can explain my body and my brain, but there's something more. I can't explain my own existence - what makes me a unique human being.

Every life is precious to God. God created every one of us. He gave us a soul, and that soul will live as long as God lives.

Every single soul is a poem.

A man with a soul is not like every other man.

I don't like to think of myself as just a person. I don't think I am. I think I existed before, and I think I'll exist again after I die here, so I don't exactly know what I am. I don't think there is ever going to be an answer. I just know that I'm not like you.

No mortal ever has been, no mortal ever will be like the soul just launched on the sea of life.

My father actually went to college, and my mother went to nursing school, so, you know. I wouldn't... They were actually too square and right-wing to be hip, too well-educated to be white trash, too sexy to be square. They really didn't fit any mold. They weren't really hipsters. They were just - they were two of a kind, those two.

Religion is simply an ideal. It is an ideal force that tends to free the human being from material bonds. I do not believe that matter and energy are interchangeable, any more than are the body and soul. There is just so much matter in the universe and it cannot be destroyed. As I see life on this planet, there is no individuality. It may sound ridiculous to say so, but I believe each person is but a wave passing through space, ever-changing from minute to minute as it travels along, finally, some day, just becoming dissolved.

Nobody can have the soul of me. My mother has had, and nobody can have it again. Nobody can come into my very self again, and breathe me like an atmosphere.

Each person is different and each one will reach God by his or her own path.

The universe is not going to see someone like you again in the entire history of creation.

People always ask me: 'When is the new Pele going to be born?' Never. My father and mother have closed the factory.

Pure energy is the father of creation.

A mother is as different from anything else that God ever thought of, as can possibly be. She is a distinct and individual creation.

My child looked at me and I looked back at him in the delivery room, and I realized that out of a sea of infinite possibilities it had come down to this: a specific person, born on the hottest day of the year, conceived on a Christmas Eve, made by his father and me miraculously from scratch.

Every single soul is a poem, written on the back of God's hand

A father can pass on his nose and eyes and even his intelligence to his child, but not his soul. In every human being the soul is new

Land is immortal, for it harbors the mysteries of creation.

Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.

She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.

Father-Mother is the name for Deity.

The soil is the gift of God to the living.

They were soul mates, my mother and father. They claimed to adore each other, as if the word 'adore' meant 'argue with ceaselessly.