Knowledge can communicated but not wisdom.

With a secret smile, not unlike that of a healthy child,he walked along, peacefully, quietly. He wore his gown and walked along exactly like the other monks, but his face and his step, his peaceful downward glance, his peaceful downward-hanging hand, and every finger of his hand spoke of peace, spoke of completeness, sought nothing, imitated nothing, reflected a continuous quiet, an unfading light, an invulnerable peace.

Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.

That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.

Only within yourself exists that other reality for which you long.