All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

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.

I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Here is the time for the sayable, here is its home. Speak and attest. More than ever the things we can live with are falling away, and ousting them, filling their place, a will with no image. Will beneath crusts which readily crack whenever the act inside swells and seeks new borders.