All men are warriors. And life for everything in our universe is nothing but war.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

If you kill me, you kill yourself." [...] He only wanted to convey to Janegg the truth of ahimsa, which is that all beings were connected to each other in the deepest way and thus it was impossible to harm another without harming oneself.

Self-creation is the highest art.

We walk the brink of racial suicide because we were smart enough to make atomic bombs and stupid enough to use them.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.