Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.

An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.