So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be, and that growing older has served no purpose at all.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.

Never has grief been possessed, never has love been learned, and what removes us in death is not revealed.

That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love.

Ah, not to be cut off, not through the slightest partition shut out from the law of the stars. The inner -- what is it? if not the intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of homecoming.