We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

Painting is something that takes place among the colors, and one has to leave them alone completely, so that they can settle the matter among themselves. Their intercourse: this is the whole of painting. Whoever meddles, arranges, injects his human deliberation, his wit, his advocacy, his intellectual agility in any way, is already disturbing and clouding their activity.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

There is time only to work slowly There is no time not to love

In the depths all becomes law.