“The river of my village doesnt make you think about anything.When youre at its bank youre only at its bank.”

“I dont have a philosophy: I have senses...If I talk about Nature, its not because I know what it is,But because I love it, and thats why I love it,Because when you love you never know what you love...”

“Its stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers,That things are really what they seem to beAnd theres nothing to understand.”

“The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?”

“I dont always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.”

“A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on;And the road didnt become more beautiful or even more ugly.Thats human action on the outside world.We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pa...”

“The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.”

“I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.”

“A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.”

“I sought to hear the voice of God and climbed the topmost steeple, but God declared: "Go down again - I dwell among the people.”

“We limit ourselves and God who wants to work through us”

“God can only work through those who have totally identified themselves with His will and purpose”

“Work should be personal. For all of us. Not just for the artist and entrepreneur. Work should have meaning for the accountant, the construction worker, the technologist, the manager and the clerk.”

“I used to think of work as a bad word. Back in the corporate world, work was something that prevented me from living, something that kept me from feeling satisfied or fulfilled or passionate. Even ...”

“It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embr...”