Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible.
Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.
A complete need should not exist... love, life in common with loved ones?
One should, when overwhelmed by the shadow of a giant, move aside and see if the colossal shadow isn't merely that of a pygmy blocking out the sun.