Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

Our deepest fears are like dragons, guarding our deepest treasure.

So it's back once more, back up the slope. Why do they always ruin my rope with their cuts? I felt so ready the other day, Had a real foretaste of eternity In my guts. Spoonfeeding me yet another sip from life's cup. I don't want it, won't take any more of it. Let me throw up. Life is medium rare and good, I see, And the world full of soup and bread, But it won't pass into the blood for me, Just goes to my head. It makes me ill, though others it feeds; Do see that I must deny it! For a thousand years from now at least I'm keeping a diet.

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Look, lovers: almost separately they come towards us through the flowery grass and slowly; parting's so far from thought of, they indulge the extravagance of walking unembraced.

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.