The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep #‎ trust .

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

Love the questions, themselves.

It is clear that we must trust what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.

There is time only to work slowly There is no time not to love

You have had many and great sadnesses, which passed. And you say that even this passing was hard for you and put you out of sorts. But, please, consider whether these great sadnesses have not rather gone right through the center of yourself? Whether much in you has not altered, whether you have not somewhere, at some point of your being, undergone a change when you were sad?

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)