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

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.

Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest.

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

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

One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.

I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

A wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

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

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there’s another dog.

The more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.

The only journey is the one within.