Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.