We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.

The Dance of the Future will have to become again a high religious art.

Success is not a destination, but a continuous journey of self-improvement.

All life deserves respect, dignity and compassion ALL life.

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.