Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.

The heart that gives, gathers.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.

The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

Revision is its own reward.