Of all my books, I find only a few indispensible.

Think... of the world you carry within you, and call this thinking whatever you want to: a remembering of your own childhood or a yearning toward a future of your own - only be attentive to what is arising within you, and place that above everything you perceive around you. What is happening in your innermost self is worthy of your entire love; somehow you must find a way to work at it.

Love the questions themselves...Live the questions now and have confidence that someday far into the future, [I will live my] way into the answer.

All things want to float.

Leave to your opinions their own quiet undisturbed development, which, like all progress, must come from deep within and cannot be pressed or hurried by anything.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.