If your everyday life appears to be unworthy subject matter, do not complain to life. Complain to yourself, Lament that you are not poet enough to call up its wealth.

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

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

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.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

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