He who must travel happily must travel light.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.

True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.