If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

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.

Always be yourself, And take control of your own destiny. There is nothing more disgraceful in life, Than living someone else’s life.

Saying of the ProphetObjectsIt is your attachment to objects which make you blind and deaf.

Let us choose life and love, and happily use our selves up in loving service to one another.

If the path you walk is the right one, then the big question comes: How many people have you directed to that path?

You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.

Each person is an enigma. You're a puzzle not only to yourself but also to everyone else, and the great mystery of our time is how we penetrate this puzzle.

Fans will praise you, scold you, and offer helpful advice. Fans will also defend you.

What matters is the value we’ve created in our lives, the people we’ve made happy and how much we’ve grown as people.

In order to find yourself you need to get lost in the forest of life.

For most gulls it was not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight.