The space between heaven and earth is like a bellows: empty, yet inexhaustible. The more it is worked, the more it yields. Many words count for little — hold fast to the center.
Viewed from the distance of the moon, the astonishing thing about the earth, catching the breath, is that it is alive.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Ah! Sun-flower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the Sun, / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller's journey is done.
What is now proved was once only imagined.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.