We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

At Epidaurus, in the stillness, in the great peace that came over me, I heard the heart of the world beat. I know what the cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in unison with the great heart of the world.

If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.

By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.

The man who is intoxicated with life does not pass judgment, does not seek to come to a conclusion, does not impose his message on the world.

As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.

I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.