Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

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

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.

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 possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.