I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God, that primordial tower. I have been circling for thousands of years, And I still don't know: am I a falcon, A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]

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

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.