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

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.

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

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

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

Life is like a sewer. What you get out of it depends on what you put into it.