Fame is finally only the sum total of all the misunderstanding that can gather around a new name.

A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.

A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.

Let your beauty manifest itself without talking and calculation.​ You are silent. It says for you: I am. And comes in meaning thousandfold​, comes at long last over everyone.

All things want to float.

Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

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