Like students of art who walk around a great statue, seeing parts and aspects of it from each position, but never the whole, we must walk mentally around time, using a variety of approaches, a pandemonium of metaphor.

No psychological message is so open to question as that which tells us that we have nothing left to do or to give.

At pains to define liberty, that most resolute of indefinables, our minds fall back on spatial images; on birds, sailboats, and mountains; the untethered balloon, the blue sky, the nude figure.

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

Excellence of mind itself, rightly conceived, is expertise in beauty; creativity is wise love.

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

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.