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

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

All companionship can consist in only the strengthening of neighboring solitudes, giving oneself is by nature harmful to companionship: for when a person abandons himself, he is no longer anything, and when two people both give themselves up in order to become closer to each other, there is no longer any ground beneath them and their being together is a continual falling – I have learned over and over again, there is scarcely anything more difficult than to love one another.