To love is not to look at one another: it is to look, together, in the same direction.

Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.

He who would travel happy must travel lite.

More wisdom is latent in things as they are than in all the words men use.

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

What sets us against one another is not our aims - they all come to the same thing - but our methods, which are the fruit of our varied reasoning.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.