Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life.
Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.
Be of good courage all is before you, and time passed in the difficult is never lost...What is required of us is that we live the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us.
The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.
Verses are not, as people think, feelings (those one has early enough) -- they are experiences. For the sake of a verse one must see many cities, men, and things, one must know the animals feel how birds fly, and know the gesture with which the little flowers open in the morning.