Life is cut to allow for growth ... one may vigorously put on weight before one fills it out entirely.

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth – It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration.

... be indulgent toward those who ... are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.

What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.