In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.

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

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.