Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

Live the questions now.

Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy of being No-one's sleep under so many lids.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves...At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer.

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

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

At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn't as bad as it may first appear; and again it is the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.