We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

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 pray that you win, that you never ever pay for any of my sins

A man becomes as attractive as an attractive woman when he becomes successful and is publicly noted. Power's an aphrodisiac.

Trouble is a part of life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.

A man whose extraordinary reputation thus lifts him up to the notice and observation of mankind, draws a multitude of eyes upon him, that will narrowly inspect every part of him.

Choosing one path means abandoning others - if you try to follow every possible path you will end up following none.

Innovation is not born out out of a committee; innovation is a fight. It’s messy, people die, but when the battle is over, something unimaginably significant has been achieved.

Christians are always wanting God to give them something. They appear as beggars before the throne of the Almighty.

Shot Gun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.

There is a spectacle more grand than the sea; it is heaven; there is a spectacle more grand than heaven; it is the conscience.

That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.