There is no way; we make the road by walking it.

Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.