The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

[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

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience. The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love