If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.

Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

Jealousy isn't a pleasant quality, but if it isn't overdone (and if it's combined with modesty), apart from its inconvenience there's even something touching about it.

The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.

Children are the future, because mankind is moving more and more towards infancy.

The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.

Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.