Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core, is one connected to others. And for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through silence.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.