There is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.

And yet, for some time now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true we do not know it; but is it not just that which is most our own of which we know the least?

Where something becomes extremely difficult and unbearable, there we also stand always already quite near its transformation.

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.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next moment a star!

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.