Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

I know and share the many sorrows a human being can experience, but I do not cling to them; they pass through me, like life itself, as a broad eternal stream...and life continues.

Our desire must be like a slow and stately ship, sailing across endless oceans, never in search of safe anchorage. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, it will find mooring for a moment.

That fear of missing out on things makes you miss out on everything.

Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.

Every word born of an inner necessity - writing must never be anything else.

Despite everything, life is full of beauty and meaning.