That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love.

We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important.

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

Nearly everything that matters is a challenge, and everything matters.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.