Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.