“Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.”

Sex is perhaps like culture – a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals – it’s mass propulsion still!

There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.

Some time all kinds of letters will be published to the ineffable delight of endless readers.

But I don’t want nutrition. I want food!

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Experience is never at bargain price.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine?

When your tongue is silent, you can rest in the silence of the forest. When your imagination is silent, the forest speaks to you. It tells you of its unreality and of the Reality of God. But when your mind is silent, then the forest suddenly becomes magnificently real and blazes transparently with the Reality of God.

You can go as far as your mind lets you.

I am more convinced than ever that mindsets toward learning could matter more than anything else we teach.

The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.

Early impressions are hard to eradicate from the mind. When once wool has been dyed purple, who can restore it to its previous whiteness?

When you are unable to speak your mind clearly, you become angry.

The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds.

Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.