The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

Don't save something good for a later place. Don't hold back from your students, from the poor, don't try to keep anything for yourself 'cause it'll turn to ashes.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

[Insects] are not only cold-blooded, and green- and yellow-blooded, but are also cased in a clacking horn. They have rigid eyes and brains strung down their backs. But they make up the bulk of our comrades-at-life, so I look to them for a glimmer of companionship.

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.