The human body is essentially something other than an animal organism.

We do not say: Being is, time is, but rather: there is Being and there is time.

The relationship between man and space is none other than dwelling, strictly thought and spoken.

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.

Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.

To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky.

Questioning is the piety of thought.