For we, when we feel, evaporate: oh, webreathe ourselves out and away: from ember to ember, yielding us fainter fragrance.

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.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

I would never wound a cat's feelings, no matter how downright aggressive I might be to humans.

Either a wise man will not go into bunkers, or, being in, he will endure such things as befall him with patience.

To have money is to be virtuous, honest, beautiful and witty And to be without is to be ugly and boring and stupid and useless.

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

God has placed clear limits on Man’s intelligence, but none on his stupidity.

The man of knowledge acquires something new everyday, and the man of Tao lets go of something new every day.

Detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That’s how you are able to leave it.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.