The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.

Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past and an immediate future, rich with promise.

One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.