Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant path, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission.

Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

Think... of the world you carry within you.

Stand up during supper and walk outdoors, and keep on walking.

Do you recall, from your childhood on, how very much this life of yours has longed for greatness? I see it now, how from the vantage point of greatness it longs for even greater greatness. That is why it does not let up being difficult, but that is also why it will not cease to grow.