The only journey is the one within. |
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things |
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 faces, but there are many more faces, for each person has several. |
There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course. |
There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force it's sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without the fear that after them may come no Summer. It does come. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful… |
There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages. |
These soft nights hold me like themselves aloft and I lie without a lover. |
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess. |
Truly to sing, that is a different breath. |
We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen. |
We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen. |
When I saw others straining toward God, I did not understand it, for though I may have had him less than they did, there was no one blocking the way between him and me, and I could reach his heart easily. It is up to him, after all, to have us, our part consists of almost solely in letting him grasp us. |
Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart. |
Who if I cried out, would hear me among the angel's hierarchies? and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart: I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are still just able to endure. and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. |