And yet, for some time now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn't as bad as it may first appear; and again it is the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.