Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you.

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

If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its home. Speak and attest. More than ever the things we can live with are falling away, and ousting them, filling their place, a will with no image. Will beneath crusts which readily crack whenever the act inside swells and seeks new borders.

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.

What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours-that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child.

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