I would like to sing someone to sleep, to sit beside someone and be there. I would like to rock you and sing softly and go with you to and from sleep. I would like to be the one in the house who knew: The night was cold. And I would like to listen in and listen out into you, into the world, into the woods. The clocks shout to one another striking, and one sees to the bottom of time. And down below one last, strange man walks by and rouses a strange dog. And after that comes silence. I have laid my eyes upon you wide; and they hold you gently and let you go when something stirs in the dark.

Resolve to be always beginning-to be a beginner!

What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.

Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air. And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

The point is to live everything.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.