The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Author: Anais Nin
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Truth is something which can’t be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.