Do you remember how life yearned out of childhood toward the "great thing?" I see that it is now yearning forth beyond the great thing toward the greater one.

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.

Work for what you want, the pursuit of life.

Your friends and enemies are defined the moment you come to this world.

Ideally you want to be a couple of months ahead on a project. But I rarely am.

The higher life begins for us ... when we renounce our own will to bow before a Divine law.

We're of one mind, Grenville and I, and the mind is hers, on account of my being a man and not having one.

The air has finally gotten to the place that we can breathe it together.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow... Bella's Lullaby

Instead of seeing the rug being pulled from under us, we can learn to dance on the shifting carpet.

Terrorism is not new to black people.