To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb creatures in the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums, joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.

Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.

Everything terrible is something that needs our love.

We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.

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

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final