My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

The danger inherent in all force grows stronger when it is likely to gain success, for then it becomes temptation.

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.