Life is movement. The more life there is, the more flexibility there is. The more fluid you are, the more you are alive.

On days when the sky is grey, the sun has not disappeared forever.

An adult is one who has lost the grace, the freshness, the innocence of the child, who is no longer capable of feeling pure joy, who makes everything complicated, who spreads suffering everywhere, who is afraid of being happy, and who, because it is easier to bear, has gone back to sleep. The wise man is a happy child.

Mindful and creative, a child who has neither a past, nor examples to follow, nor value judgments, simply lives, speaks and plays in freedom.

Happiness is not found, it is created. Happiness does not depend on all that we lack, but on the way in which we use all that we have

There are no bad people, only badly loved people.

There is nothing Clever about not being Happy