Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.

Humility is just as much the opposite of self-abasement as it is of self-exaltation.

The longest journey is the journey inward.

Doffing the ego's safe glory, he finds his naked reality.