It is of immense importance to learn to laugh at ourselves.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.