We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things…[but] there are times when we stop. We sit sill. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important.

It is easy to take liberty for granted when you have never had it taken from you.

Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is a nobler art of leaving things undone…The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of nonessentials.

If you neglect to recharge a battery, it dies. And if you run full speed ahead without stopping for water, you lose momentum to finish the race.

Order is not pressure which is imposed on society from without, but an equilibrium which is set up from within.

Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how…We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

We can be sure that the greatest hope for maintaining equilibrium in the face of any situation rests within ourselves.

So divinely is the world organized that every one of us, in our place and time, is in balance with everything else.