Think... of the world you carry within you, and call this thinking whatever you want to: a remembering of your own childhood or a yearning toward a future of your own - only be attentive to what is arising within you, and place that above everything you perceive around you. What is happening in your innermost self is worthy of your entire love; somehow you must find a way to work at it.

Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading!

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

Who speaks of conquering? To endure is everything.

The future must enter you long before it happens.