The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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 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.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.