I want to unfold. Let no place in me hold itself closed, for where I am closed, I am false.

Only the individual who is solitary is like a thing placed under profound laws, and when he goes out into the morning that is just beginning, or looks out into the evening that is full of happening, and if he feels what is going on there, then all status drops from him as from a dead man, though he stands in the midst of sheer life.

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

But there is much beauty here, because there is much beauty everywhere.