Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth - Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.