Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must strictly speaking at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

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.

We can choose the type of thoughts we repeat in our mind. Nothing can force us to pick any memory, circumstance or relationship without our permission.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

A happy life is made up of little things ... a gift sent a letter written a call made a recommendation given transportation provided a cake made a book lent a check sent.

Because of such conjointedness, behavior that exerts no effect whatsoever on outcomes is developed and consistently performed

Have a healthy mental attitude; that's the most important thing and the best thing you can do for yourself.

In America, small business is a big deal.

I don't look in the mirror and think that I have flaws. I actually look in the mirror and see me. I see a lot of different characters and a lot of different things.

... the novelist is bound by the reasonable possibilities, not the probabilities, of his culture.

We are all now connected by the Internet, like neurons in a giant brain.

You have made some mistakes and you may not be where you want to be, but that has nothing to do with your future.