It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.

We must learn to suffer more.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.