The seed must move to the soil; the tree must turn to the sun. The river must leave its source to reach the sea. And man must forget man, the maker, in order to make the world.

We must leave these beginnings, beings, believings- man, what are you growing?

The trouble with men is that they are mean-they may mean, but they don't move.

Where man is the end, or the means, all men are mean.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.

The gardener gives us roses, not gardeners.

Whatever is is a movement; man is a movement-to something other than man.