Love, like a carefully loaded ship, crosses the gulf between the generations.

The seed haunted by the sun never fails to find its way between the stones in the ground. And the pure logician, if no sun draws him forth, remains entangled in his logic.

If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

He who would travel happy must travel lite.

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.