In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

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

Love is stronger than violence.

Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it was also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of space in which the stars revolve.

I do want more. I am not content with being happy. I was not made for it. It is not my destiny. My destiny is the opposite.

The tree does not die, it waits.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.