you are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it's own secret

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

A lit candle glowsIlluminating the space in which it standsJesus is the LightShining on the inside Radiating on the outsideA light that never goes dimIs that Light that comes from within

THEOSOPHY, n. An ancient faith having all the certitude of religion and all the mystery of science.

For the first time federal, state and local bureaus of investigation are coordinating their effort, to serve as eyes and ears and protect us against further attacks.

So I observe life a little bit, rather than participating in it.

Creative expression and visual comprehension are really the handmaidens of art. One cannot thrive without the other.

All of our existing ideas have creative possibilities.

When one loves somebody, everything is clear - where to go, what to do - it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.

Without great solitude no serious work is possible.

Intellectual curiosity about one's own illness is certainly born of a desire for mastery. If I couldn't cure myself, perhaps I could at least begin to understand myself.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.