There is a creative spirit in you desiring to be free, and you may as well get out of its way for it will give you no peace until you do.

It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

It is part of our pedagogy to teach the operations of thinking, feeling, and willing so that they may be made conscious. For if we do not know the difference between an emotion and a thought, we will know very little ... We need to understand the components (of emotions) at work ... in order to free their hold.

Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

For since most of our living is unconscious, play is like matchstrokes in the void, bringing into light the structures we behave by, illuminating for us, however briefly, our deep meanings.

The child takes in his world as if it were food. And his world nourishes or starves him. Nothing escapes his thirst. Secrets are impossible. He identifies with his surroundings and they live within him unconsciously; it is perhaps for this reason that the small child has been characterized as naturally religious.

Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and peace are beings who live as possibilities in us.

All the arts we practice are apprenticeship. The big art is our life.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

From the seed grows a root, then a sprout; from the sprout, the seedling leaves; from the leaves, the stem; around the stem, the branches; at the top, the flower... We cannot say that the seed causes the growth, nor that the soil does. We can say that the potentialities for growth lie within the seed, in mysterious life forces, which, when properly fostered, take on certain forms.