The point is to live everything..

Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes….

Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence..

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart..

No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every t….

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to….

FALLING STARS: Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our….

His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars, and be….

I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God….

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them..

Stand up during supper and walk outdoors, and keep on walking..

Death is the side of life which is turned away from us..

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born..

The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with b….

Life is heavier than the weight of all things..

May you find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity to have faith..

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song.

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess of that precious nourishing love from….

Truly to sing, that is a different breath..

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone m….

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose..