It is the simplest and the least expensive things in life such as a walk in the park, early morning sun on your skin, the sensation of the breathe caressing your skin, breathing the fresh air after the rain that are the most precious things in life.

A daily dose of fresh air will keep depression away.

Breath is life, and the intermingling of breaths is the purpose of good living. This is in essence the great principle on which all productive living must rest . . .; in this way each individual life may also be fulfilled.

To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about.

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life, and as such it must surely be a necessary commodity.

It really kind of works in its absolute, utter simplicity, its kind of stripped down Zen-like quality.