Individuals we consider happy commonly seem complete in the present and we see them constantly in their wholeness: attentive, cheerful, open rather than closed to events, integral in the moment rather than distended across time by regret or anxiety.

The fundamental motive of true teaching is the love that seeks and studies and performs.

Those who labor for bread or money alone are condemned to their reward.

We pamper the present like a spoiled child, obeying its superficial demands but ignoring its real needs.

The reason so many promises are not kept is the same as the reason they are made in the first place.

Psychologically time is seldom homogenous but rather is as full of shapes as space.

That morning I experienced vividly, if almost subliminally, the reality of change itself: how it fools our sentinels and undermines our defenses, how careful we are to look for it in the wrong places, how it does not reveal itself until it is beyond redress, how vainly we search for it around us and find too late that is has occurred within us.