One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.

If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too.