Your body must become familiar with its death - in all its possible forms and degrees - as a self-evident, imminent, and emotionally neutral step on the way towards the goal you have found worthy of your life. |
Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day. |
Praise those of your critics for whom nothing is up to standard. |
I never discuss discussions. |
In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us. |
Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness. |
I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one. |
Everything will be all right - you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction and see it as a drawing they made themselves. |