The future must enter you long before it happens.

you are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it's own secret

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

May I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that stream down my face make me more radiant: may my hidden weeping bloom.... How we waste our afflictions!... [T]hey're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year—; not only a season—: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.

What we fight with is so small, and when we win, it makes us small. What we want is to be defeated, decisively, by successively greater things

only someone who is ready for everything, who doesn't exclude any experience, even the most incomprehensible, will live the relationship with another person as something alive and will himself sound the depths of his own being.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song