most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

Life is cut to allow for growth ... one may vigorously put on weight before one fills it out entirely.

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

May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.

Painting is something that takes place among the colors.

All things want to float.

True singing is a different breath, about nothing.