Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.

Comfort me from wherever you are–alone, we are quickly worn out; if I place my head on the road, let it seem softened by you. Could it be that even from afar we offer each other a gentle breath?

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another thread and is held and supported by a hundred others

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.