Superstition is part of the poetry of life.

One does not get to know that one exists until one rediscovers oneself in others.

The thinker makes a great mistake when he asks after cause and effect. They both together make up the indivisible phenomenon.

All beginnings are delightful; the threshold is the place to pause.

The rainbow mirrors human aims and action. Think, and more clearly wilt thou grasp it, seeing Life is but light in many-hued reflection.

I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate.

The question "From where does the poet get it?" addresses only the what, nobody learns anything about the how when asking that question.