It is clear that we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance.

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

Beauty is only the start of bearable terror.

Everything that makes more of you than you have ever been, even in your best hours, is right. Every intensification is good.

the longer I live, the more necessary it seems to me to endure, to copy the whole dictation of existence to the end, for it might be that only the last sentence contains that small, perhaps inconspicuous word through which all laboriously learned and not understood orients itself toward glorious sense.

Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.