The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.

Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.

To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad. To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.

As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.

The simplest and bravest way to counter the plight of disheartenment is to move toward what is precious.

The sun doesn't stop shining because some people are blind.