Love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

The tree does not die, it waits.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

It is good to taste for yourself everything you need to know. That worldly pleasures and wealth are not good things, I learned even as a child. I knew it for a long time, but only now have I experienced it.

For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the soul whose being is eternity and is hidden from us but none the less gives itself to us for the most part in the power of love and creation.

To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary for me to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world.