It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)

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.

I had one of those headaches. It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea.

Wisdom is the pillar of success.

Fear exists because we do not have faith.

I came to New York, and it was a really cool time. People like Jim Jarmusch and Spike Lee were making their first movies, and they were making movies that were personal narratives.

I always try to hit a few areas when I'm making a record; I want the sounds to be experimental and exploratory, I want the drumming to be distinctive, and I want my voice to be able to shine through.

I wouldn't like me, if I had to be around me.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

We might likewise say that humans are the neurotics of the animal world, in that they are the only animals who must choose to be instead of just instinctively being.

Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that, in order to get out, you must start thinking.

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.