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

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.

May I strike my heart's keys clearly, and may none fail because of slack, uncertain, or fraying strings. May the tears that stream down my face make me more radiant: may my hidden weeping bloom.... How we waste our afflictions!... [T]hey're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year—; not only a season—: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.

Do not allow yourself to be misled by the surfaces of things