When once you have tasted flight you will always walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward: for there you have been and there you will always be.

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.