I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.

Perhaps the great renewal of the world will consist of this, that man and woman, freed of all confused feelings and desires, shall no longer seek each other as opposites, but simply as members of a family and neighbors, and will unite as human beings, in order to simply, earnestly, patiently, and jointly bear the heavy responsibility of sexuality that has been entrusted to them.

But there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.

Wishes are recollections coming from the future.