“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.”

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.

You are special, you are unique, you are the best!