It is not possible to know how much is just enough, until we have experienced how much is more than enough. (64)

To live without the creative potential of our own destructiveness is to be a cardboard angel.

Sometimes it seems to me that in this absurdly random life there is some inherent justice in the outcome of personal relationships. In the long run, we get no more than we have been willing to give.

Transformations require that we let go of familiar ways of doing things, without yet knowing what we will do next.

Each of us is ultimately alone.

That is one of the reasons why a man should pick a path with heart, so that he can find his laughter.

The adult May fly lives only a few hours, just long enough to mate. He has neither mouth nor stomach, but needs neither since he does not live long enough to need to eat. The eggs the May fly leaves hatch after the parent has died. What is it all about. What's the point? There is no point. That's just the way it is. It is neither good nor bad. Life is mainly simply inevitable. (41)