The song still remains which names the land over which it sings.

Making itself intelligible is suicide for philosophy.

The world worlds, and is more fully in being than the tangible and perceptible realm in which we believe ourselves to be at home...By the opening up of a world, all things gain their lingering and hastening, their remoteness and nearness, their scope and limits. In a world's worlding is gathered that spaciousness out of which the protective grace of the gods is granted and withheld. Even this doom of the god remaining absent is a way in which the world worlds...All coming to presence...keeps itself concealed to the last.

Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man.

Nothing is everything that doesn't happen at this very moment.

Technology is therefore no mere means. Technology is a way of revealing. If we give heed to this, then another whole realm for the essence of technology will open itself up to us. It is the realm of revealing, i.e., of truth

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.