That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

I'm incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I'd never experienced it.

Belonging to oneself--the whole essence of life lies in that.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.