“Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.”

“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that neve...”

“Hope says: one dayyou will see her, if you will only wait.Despair says:all you have left of her is your bitterness.Beat, heartThe earthhas not swallowed everything.”

“I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.”

“I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.”

“I.Don't trace out your profile--forget your side view--all that is outer stuff.II.Look for your other halfwho walks always next to youand tends to be who you aren't.”

“There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It d...”

“The recipe for great work is: very exacting taste, plus the ability to gratify it.”

“Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies." It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. ...”

“I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always...”

“And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness...”

“Like the medieval cartographers of Europe, who felt one would fall into endless space at the edges of the oceans of their maps, we fear the presumed nothingness of no-self. Fortunately, there have ...”

“You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feela hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of tho...”

“There is a rest that comes when you live out of your sound. Silence is no longer something to be avoided. It signifies a soul at rest.”

“All right, Nico relented. Maybe a little He managed to take off his aviator jacket and wad it into a pillow before he keeled over and began to snore.”