The surest sign of age is loneliness.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

You need to claim the events in your life to make yourself yours. When you truly possess all you have been and done which may take some time you are fierce with reality.

For 10 years, I have fought passionately for climate protection.

If a man is not made for God, why is he happy only in God?

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

The role of the artist I now understood as that of revealing through the world-surfaces the implicit forms of the soul, and the great agent to assist the artist was the myth.

I am enjoying my face changing, as well as realizing that at the same time, as you get older, the machine isn't as well-oiled as it was.

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

I believe such passion-even passion born of fear and anxiety-is far better than a life of banality.

Kill the idea of the lone, suffering artist. Don't make it any harder on yourself.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.