There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

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.

You get out of hell one step at a time." -- Abbie Sullivan, "Cinderella Shoots the Moon.

You can fail at what you don't want, so you might as well try what you do want.

When you know what you want to communicate, ask yourself: Who is my audience and what does he know about the subject?

That's because they're people, only smarter. They know us better than we know them, and a lot of them have a sense of humor. They're exactly like us minus our useless mental power and thumbs.

A dam tears at all the interconnected webs of river valley life.

Anyone who commits a xenophobic crime has to be brought to justice.

I believe that our message of rebuilding America is one that will resonate with the American people.

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

Some people do not become thinkers simply because their memories are too good.

Nothing the writer can do is ever enough.