Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Make mistakes, a thousand of them because we are only humans.Never repeat your mistakes because we are humans.

In any serious relationship, if you don't gather your partner's opinion before making a decision that impacts you both, you're just storing up trouble for the future.

The biggest mistake people make in life is not trying to make a living at doing what they most enjoy.

Every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back, I hope you feel it.

We can remember minutely and precisely only the things which never really happened to us.

There is no reason to think today's levels of [drug] addiction are anywhere near the levels that would be reached under legalization.

That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.

The first business asset you should invest in is yourself.

What's everybody's business is nobody's business.

My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.