Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

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

What is needed is, in the end, simply this: solitude, great inner solitude.

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

People have (with the help of conventions) oriented all their solutions toward the easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must hold to what is difficult; everything alive holds to it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself in its own way and is characteristically and spontaneously itself, seeks at all costs to be so and against all opposition.

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