All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.

No permanence is ours, we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours.

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal. You, O worthy one, are perhaps indeed a seeker, for in striving towards your goal, you do not see many things that are under your nose.