Perhaps what makes friendship and love exciting is the continuing discovery of another personality.

Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.

What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?