Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the far-off: whoever you are. With your eyes, which in their weariness barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, you lift very slowly one black tree and place it against the sky: slender, alone. And you have made the world. And it is huge and like a word which grows ripe in silence. And as your will seizes on its meaning, tenderly your eyes let it go.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

What we do battle with is so small, what battles us is so large.

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

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.

Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.