It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.

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.

Seeing all lifein perfect symmetry.Perceiving each daywith righteous clarity.Living each momentin purposed reality.Believing each dayis the start of eternity.

TRUST is like a paper once it’s crumpled it can’t be PERFECT again.

One of my pet peeves about Nashville is that it tends to be copycatted. I don't want to do that. I've got to be different.

Obedience is the gateway through which knowledge, yes, and love, too, enter the mind of the child.

Everybody wants to be like everybody else.

I didn't sleep with anyone till I was 23.

None of the affections have been noted to fascinate and bewitch but envy.

We risk life and limb and my princely good looks for a spoonful of sweet sock?

Really new trails are rarely blazed in the great academies. The confining walls of conformist dogma are too dominating. To think originally, you must go forth into the wilderness.

There, close enough to spit on--if I'd been a barbarian and inclined to spit--was the dragon.