We can't enchant the world, which makes its own magic; but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention

For me, life offers so many complexly appealing moments that two beautiful objects may be equally beautiful for different reasons and at different times. How can one choose?

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Who you are isn't tied solely to what you say, even though it may feel that way to you now.

The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect nature's precarious balance, let alone the balance of our own human nature.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

I don't want to be a passenger in my own life.