Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.

The Tree Is More Than First A Seed, Then A Stem, Then A Living Trunk, And Then Dead Timber. The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

Man Is But A Network Of Relationships And These Alone Matter To Him.