You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.

The wise man knows how to run his life so that contemplation is possible.

You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.

Being and having in our society teaches us how to take possession of things, when it should rather initiate us in the art of letting go. For there is neither freedom nor real life without an apprenticeship in letting go.

An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.