I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.