Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.

He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like a flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.