Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

We discover that we do not know our role; we look for a mirror; we want to remove our make-up and take off what is false and real. But somewhere a piece of disguise that we forgot still sticks to us. A trace of exaggeration remains in our eyebrows; we do not notice that the corners of our mouth are bent. And so we walk around, a mockery and a mere half: neither having achieved being nor actors.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess of that precious nourishing love from which flowers and children have their strength and which could help all human beings if they would take it without doubting.

Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

the knowledge of impermanence that haunts our days is their very fragrance.