No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

For each one of us, there is only one thing necessary: to fulfill our own destiny, according to God's will, to be what God wants us to be.

...love triumphs, at least in this life, not by eliminating evil once for all, but by resisting and overcoming it anew every day.

Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.

I suppose what makes me most glad is that we all recognize each other in this metaphysical space of silence and happening, and get some sense, for a moment, that we are full of paradise without knowing it.

Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By "they" I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, so that the only way to make something actual is to place it on the market. The time will come when they will sell you even your rain. At the moment it is still free, and I am in it. I celebrate its gratuity and its meaninglessness.

And that is why the man who wants to see clearly, before he will believe, never starts on the journey.