The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.