Where I create, there I am true.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

Life and death: they are one, at core entwined. Who understands himself from his own strain presses himself into a drop of wine and throws himself into the purest flame.

For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.

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

Bound by conventions, people tend to reach for what is easy. Here we must be unafraid of what is difficult. For all living beings in nature must unfold in their particular way and become themselves despite all opposition.

Stand up during supper and walk outdoors, and keep on walking.