When time is reduced to linear progress, it is emptied of presence.

Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.

The life and passion of a person leave an imprint on the ether of a place. Love does not remain within the heart, it flows out to build secret tabernacles in a landscape.

Real intimacy is a sacred experience. It never exposes its secret trust and belonging to the voyeuristic eye of a neon culture. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved.

We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.

Inspiration is always a surprising visitor.

...the only difference between a young person at the height of their exuberance and a very old person who is frail and physically wasted is time.

Friendship is a creative and subversive force. It claims that intimacy is the secret law of life and universe.

Beauty is the illumination of your soul.

All you can ever achieve is a sense of your soul. You gain little glimpses of its light, colors, and contours. You feel the inspiration of its possibilities and the wonder of its mysteries.

The secret and the sacred are sisters. When the secret is not respected, the sacred vanishes. Consequently, reflection should not shine too severe or aggressive a light on the world of the soul.

The saddest thing in life is to die without living.

Of course I love you. It is my fault that you have not known it all the while" (the flower to little prince)

The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.

I'd like to briefly state the accomplishment that we expect from a photographer. He must make the person being photographed forget that he has eaten from the tree of knowledge.

What's life if you're not enjoying it?

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

That is, to me at least, one of the most helpful and useful things books do for us: They are generous enough to allow us to choose what matters to us.

The facade is the ego. It is motivated by our seeking love. The only reward is frustration, as it is only by loving that one finds love.

Consensus is invoked only in situations where the science is not solid enough.

Never pass up the chance to sit down or go to the bathroom.