Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

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

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude, great inner solitude. Going into oneself for hours meeting no one - this one must be able to attain.

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