It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

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, that primordial tower. I have been circling for thousands of years, And I still don't know: am I a falcon, A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]

To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb creatures in the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums, joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.

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

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

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