* if someone loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows, in all the millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars.

I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

The flower you single out is a rejection of all other flowers; nevertheless, only on these terms is it beautiful.

The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.