As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way-and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate.