“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”

The only journey is the one within.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

A person isn’t who they are during the last conversation you had with them – they’re who they’ve been throughout your whole relationship.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything.

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

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

The ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.

Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.

And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.

Let a hundred flowers bloom.

Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.

The birth of a baby and the blooming of a flower are natural events, but the laboratory methods forever fail to give us the key to the secret of either.

FORTRAN is not a flower but a weed – it is hardy, occasionally blooms, and grows in every computer.

Someone once said that under the bell jar of compliance, the only thing that blooms is rage.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

Be your own flower. And bloom.

Like flowers, I hope, My love makes you bloom.