If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.