It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

The child takes in his world as if it were food. And his world nourishes or starves him. Nothing escapes his thirst. Secrets are impossible. He identifies with his surroundings and they live within him unconsciously it is perhaps for this reason that the small child has been characterized as naturally religious.

The big art is our life.

Compassion is an alternate perception

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and peace are beings who live as possibilities in us.

Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.

People don't want to feel stuck, they want to be able to change.

All the arts we practice are apprenticeship. The big art is our life.

Who are enemies? Those who oppose each others will.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

To have character is to be big enough to take life on.

We have to trust these feelings. We have to trust the invisible gauges we carry within us. We have to realize that a creative being lives within ourselves, whether we like it or not, and that we must get out of its way, for it will give us no peace until we do.