I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of the world.

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.

He who has a mind has thoughts and he who has thoughts has vision! Think vision. Produce vision!

I am human, and, yeah, I have very bad days.

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

Being kind to others is a way of being good to yourself.

My hate of Apple has moved into a hate of Facebook.

Where do architects and designers get their ideas? The answer, of course, is mainly from other architects and designers, so is it mere casuistry to distinguish between tradition and plagiarism?

Once I thought to write a history of the immigrants in America. Then I discovered that the immigrants were American history.

When Art struggles, it succeeds; when revelling in its own successes, it as singularly fails.

Unconditional love will turn a loser into a winner. You have no idea how many times your heavenly Father has wanted to reach out and grasp you in his arms when you felt like you blew it!

The only tired I was, was tired of giving in.