Everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.

The tree does not die, it waits.

The highest art... sets down its creations and trusts in their magic, without fear of not being understood.

He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.

His way had therefore come full circle, or rather had taken the form of an ellipse or a spiral, following as ever no straight unbroken line, for the rectilinear belongs only to Geometry and not to Nature and Life.

I, also, would like to look and smile, sit and walk like that, so free, so worthy, so restrained, so candid, so childlike and mysterious. A man only looks and walks like that when he has conquered his Self. I also will conquer my Self.

The art of love-giving and taking become one.