Whatever is gold does not glitter. A gentle radiance belongs to the noblest metal.
The thought is merely a sign, as the word is merely a sign for the thought.
One does well to put on gloves when reading the New Testament. The proximity of so much uncleanliness almost forces one to do this.
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
Human, all too human.
With the strength of his spiritual sight and insight the distance, and as it were the space, around man continually expands: his world grows deeper, ever new stars, ever new images and enigmas come into view.