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

Love the questions themselves...Live the questions now and have confidence that someday far into the future, [I will live my] way into the answer.

Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine. In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there. And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.

He who understands one thing understands everything, for the same laws are in all.

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven... in the ponds broken off from the sky. . .

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.