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

Wishes are recollections coming from the future.

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in space.Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."And tonight the heavy earth is fallingaway from all other stars in the loneliness.We're all falling. This hand here is falling.And look at the other one. It's in them all.And yet there is Someone, whose handsinfinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.

But you, divine poet, you sang on till the end as the swarm of rejected maenads attacked you, shrieking, you overpowered their noise with harmony, and from pure destruction arose your transfigured song.

Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad

Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.