The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

Describe your sorrows and desires, passing thoughts and the belief in some sort of beauty-describe all these with loving, quiet, humble sincerity, and use, to express yourself, the things in your environment, the images from your dreams, and the objects of your memory.

Life and death: they are one, at core entwined. Who understands himself from his own strain presses himself into a drop of wine and throws himself into the purest flame.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian ham laced with strips of white fat like an evening sky with bands of clouds. There would be some tea ready to be drunk, yellowish golden tea in glasses with silver saucers, giving off a faint fragrance.

The flower bends when the wind wants it to, and you must become like that-that is, filled with deep #‎ trust .

We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.