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.

God... sat down for a moment when the dog was finished in order to watch it... and to know that it was good, that nothing was lacking, that it could not have been made better.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart.

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism.

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.