If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

Do not allow yourself to be misled by the surfaces of things

To work is to live without dying.

There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.

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.

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?

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