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

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.

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.

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

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

Then each of you will control his own body and live in holiness and honor- not in lustful passion like the pagans who do not know God and his ways.

Brothers, we must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other’s battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit.

We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Hung it on each side with curious organs of sense, given it airs and graces that cannot be described, and surrounded it with such a flowing shade of hair as sets all its beauties in the most agreeable light.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

Each must find out for himself, and must accept the responsibility that his answer prescribes. If he succeeds he will continue to grow in spite of all indignities.

The two imperatives can no longer coexist with each other; nor can any society founded on the myth that they can be reconciled hope to survive.

All powerful souls have kindred with each other