It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

The imagination equips us to perceive reality when it is not fully materialized.

Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and peace are beings who live as possibilities in us.

The big art is our life.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.