The mystery of creation was always between two, in an awareness that there was always both a 'thou'and and 'I'.

Creativity and love come from the same source.

That is the trouble, everybody is giving everything in the world a piece of their minds. Whereas what we want is not a piece of somebody's mind, even the best mind, so much as an open heart and an open spirit.

Human beings are perhaps never more frightening than when they are convinced beyond doubt that they are right.

There is a way in which the collective knowledge of mankind expresses itself, for the finite individual, through mere daily living . . . a way in which life itself is sheer knowing.

Life is its own journey, presupposes its own change and movement, and one tries to arrest them at one's eternal peril.

The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self; and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.