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

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.

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

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

Psychologists are men with nothing in their own minds, searching in the minds of others for an idea-in order to kill it.

The gardener gives us roses, not gardeners.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.