I am beginning to respect the apathetic days. Perhaps they're a necessary pause: better to give in to them than to fight them at your desk hopelessly; then you lose both the day and your self-respect. Treat them as physical phenomena -- casually -- and obey them.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.

And one perfect day can give clues for a more perfect life.

I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.