There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.

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.

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem: they might point to the catkins hanging from the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the rain descending on black earth in early spring. --- And we, who always think of happiness rising, would feel the emotion that almost baffles us when a happy thing falls.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

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

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been