Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

When we are only victorious over small things, it leaves us feeling small.

We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.

And these things that keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient, they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue. They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts, into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever, finally, we may be.

To work is to live without dying.

Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.