“I prefer a short life with width to a narrow one with length.”

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience.