I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.

One man may hit the mark, another blunder; but heed not these distinctions. Only from the alliance of the one, working with and through the other, are great things born.

Of what worth are convictions that bring not suffering?

He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.

if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too? a sheep eats whatever it finds even a flower with thorn? even a flower with thorns. then what's the good of thorns?

She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.

We don’t ask to be eternal beings. We only ask that things do not lose all their meaning.