Words are the thread on which we string our experiences.
Words are things; and a small drop of ink
Falling like dew upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I woke and saw that life was service. I acted and, behold, service was joy.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue but didn’t, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
The most important discoveries will provide answers to questions that we do not yet know how to ask and will concern objects we have not yet imagined.
Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.
Life cannot be classified in terms of a simple neurological ladder, with human beings at the top; it is more accurate to talk of different forms of intelligence, each with its strengths and weaknesses. This point was well demonstrated in the minutes before last December’s  tsunami, when tourists grabbed their digital cameras and ran after the ebbing surf, and all the “dumb” animals made for the hills.
It is not action or effort that we must surrender; it is self-will, and this is terribly difficult. You must do your best constantly, yet never allow yourself to become involved in whether things work out the way you want.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.