‚O sleep, O gentle sleep,‘ I thought gratefully, ‚Nature’s soft nurse!‘

I’ve been blessed in that regard through and through. So I’m just thankful for this opportunity to play the game that I love and share that with the world.

I love life because what more is there?

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

Few of us can stand prosperity. Another man’s, I mean.

As we enjoy great advantages from the inventions of others, we should be glad of an opportunity to serve others by any invention of ours, and this we should do freely and generously.

I stayed focused, and I never surrendered, and now I’ve been blessed. now I take care of my mother, my father, and my entire whole family.

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

I did not, thank the Lord, have to have a hysterectomy.

Everything in excess is opposed to nature.

Beethoven can write music, thank God, but he can do nothing else on earth.

I would never exchange my life with anybody else’s.

That’s another hallmark of truth, is that it snaps things together. People write to me all the time and say it’s as if things were coming together in my mind. It’s like the Platonic idea that all learning was remembering. You have a nature, and when you feel that nature articulated, it’s it’s like the act of snapping the puzzle pieces together.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence… We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.

Only as far as the masters of the world have called in nature to their aid, can they reach the height of magnificence. This is the meaning of their hanging-gardens, villas, garden-houses, islands, parks, and preserves.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o’clock is a scoundrel.

I know that I came into the world with what I call ‚big dharma‘ – with a blueprint to teach self-reliance and a positive loving approach to large numbers of people all over the globe. I am ever so grateful for the circumstances of my life that allowed me to be pretty much left alone and to develop as I was so intended in this incarnation.

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

Who is rich? He that rejoices in his portion.

When you draw or paint a tree, you do not imitate the tree; you do not copy it exactly as it is, which would be mere photography. To be free to paint a tree or a flower or a sunset, you have to feel what it conveys to you: the significance, the meaning of it.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, ‚Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.‘

Let not your mind run on what you lack as much as on what you have already.

We all want to win more, but it’s all about being blessed and embracing your blessings. We have life.

Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

Study hard so that you can master technology, which allows us to master nature.

There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.

Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.

Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn’t happen.

Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

I care very deeply about the people at Tesla. I feel like I have a great debt to the people of Tesla who are making the company successful.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

He that has done you a kindness will be more ready to do you another, than he whom you yourself have obliged.

It is through gratitude for the present moment that the spiritual dimension of life opens up.

You have to like the present; if not your life becomes secondhand, if you think it was better before. Or that it will be better in the future.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

Breathing in, I am aware of my heart. Breathing out, I smile to my heart and know that my heart still functions normally. I feel grateful for my heart.

That which is not good for the bee-hive cannot be good for the bees.

I don’t want to be too critical of what other people do, but when people go back to do the same thing that they did, I’m completely confused. I’m like, ‚Didn’t you make that movie already?‘ I’ve been very fortunate, and I’m well taken care of, so the least I can do is try to go forward.

What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it’s quite literally that.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.

When you’re outside, and everything is highland, it’s like nature has its own sound, and that’s one of my favorite sounds. I really loved sitting still silently outside, in a tree or in a bush, to just think.

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.

Everything I have, my career, my success, my family, I owe to America.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of Death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the death of others.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.

In the world there is nothing more submissive and weak than water. Yet for attacking that which is hard and strong nothing can surpass it.

I don’t have to chase extraordinary moments to find happiness – it’s right in front of me if I’m paying attention and practicing gratitude.

How sweet it is to learn the Savior’s love when nobody else loves us! When friends flee, what a blessed thing it is to see that the Savior does not forsake us but still keeps us and holds us fast and clings to us and will not let us go!

The pagan loves the earth in order to enjoy it and confine himself within it; the Christian in order to make it purer and draw from it the strength to escape from it.

What is a farm but a mute gospel?

It shows nobility to be willing to increase your debt to a man to whom you already owe much.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.