A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.

The only journey is the one within.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

Your life will still find its own paths from there, and that they may be good, rich, and wide is what I wish for you, more than I can say.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

I could give you no advice but this: to go into yourself and to explore the depths where your life wells forth.