Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.

Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small, your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.

Only one feat is possible: not to have run away.

Fatigue dulls the pain, but awakes enticing thoughts of death. So! that is the way in which you are tempted to overcome your loneliness -- by making the ultimate escape from life. -- No! It may be that death is to be your ultimate gift to life: it must not be an act of treachery against it.

The longest journey is the journey inward.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.