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

Nearly everything that matters is a challenge, and everything matters.

All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy.

Just as the creative artist is not allowed to choose, neither is he permitted to turn his back on anything: a single refusal, and he is cast out of the state of grace and becomes sinful all the way through.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

[A]t bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.