Language is the house of the truth of Being.

And so man, as existing transcendence abounding in and surpassing toward possibilities, is a creature of distance. Only through the primordial distances he establishes toward all being in his transcendence does a true nearness to things flourish in him.

We should never allow our fears or the expectations of others to set the frontiers of our destiny.

The most thought-provoking thing in our thought-provoking time is that we are still not thinking.

In no way can it be uttered, as can other things, which one can learn. Rather, from out of a full, co-existential dwelling with the thing itself - as when a spark, leaping from the fire, flares into light - so it happens, suddenly, in the soul, there to grow, alone with itself.

The word "art" does not designate the concept of a mere eventuality; it is a concept of rank.

To be a poet in a destitute time means: to attend, singing, to the trace of the fugitive gods. This is why the poet in the time of the world's night utters the holy.