The spirit of man is nomad, his blood bedouin, and love is the aboriginal tracker on the faded desert spoor of his lost self and so I came to live my life not by conscious plan or prearranged design but as someone following the flight of a bird.

Man is never alone. Acknowledged or unacknowledged, that which dreams through him is always there to support him from within.

The mystery of creation was always between two, in an awareness that there was always both a 'thou'and and 'I'.

We have a mighty task before us. The earth needs our assistance.

You may well be right, and disaster may well come, I had told him. But for me it will always be a point of honour to go on working to prevent disaster, if only to make certain it is the right kind of disaster life needs when it does ultimately come.

Often I have found that the one thing that can save is the thing which appears most to threaten ... one has to go down into what one most fears and in that process ... comes a saving flicker of light and energy that, even if it does not produce the courage of a hero, at any rate enables a trembling mortal to take one step further.

There is a way in which the collective knowledge of mankind expresses itself, for the finite individual, through mere daily living . . . a way in which life itself is sheer knowing.

Human beings are perhaps never more frightening than when they are convinced beyond doubt that they are right.

In a profound sense every man has two halves to his being he is not one person so much as two persons trying to act in unison. I believe that in the heart of each human being there is something which I can only describe as a child of darkness who is equal and complementary to the more obvious child of light.