You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. ... But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven't rather gone right through you [that is, passed through you]. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

True singing is a different breath, about nothing.

a kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. After the first home the second one seems draughty and strangely sexed.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

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