Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

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.

One thing is needful and that is converting your time into fulfilling your purpose on the earth.

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

Oh, oh, I'm so sorry I just forgot that what I ask it can not be answered why??You don't the rights to answer it, you don't have the guts, you are afraid aren't you?

The arrival of any child brings you a lot of happiness.

I have never met anyone who wasn't against war. Even Hitler and Mussolini were, according to themselves.

Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.

I've often wanted to play the victim, or somebody who makes terrible choices. I would love to play the alcoholic mother who horribly lets down her children. That's a great morally imperiled role.

What we get in steerage is not the refuse, but the sinew and bone of all the nations.

In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.

Uncontrolled variation is the enemy of quality.