Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence.

... be indulgent toward those who ... are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

Everything is gestation and bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist's life.