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

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

Let passion fill your sails, but let reason be your rudder.

The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all.