You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.

You must change your life.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

And one of the things I find most moving is the way people with infirmities manage to embrace Life, and from the cool flowers by the wayside reach conclusions about the vast splendour of its great gardens. They can, if their souls' strings are finely tuned, arrive with much less effort at the feeling of eternity; for everything we do, they may dream. And precisely where our deeds end, theirs begin to bear fruit.

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

That is the principal thing-not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being-in-the-mood, but always forcibly to convert it all into things.

Think... of the world you carry within you.