The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

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

Each of us is born with an incorruptible spot of grace.

Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us, even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun, the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold them up.

Let's be in awe which doesn't mean anything but the courage to gape like fish at the surface breaking around our mouths as we meet the air.

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

The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.