I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

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.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.

...a carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.

Love and death are the great gifts that are given to us; mostly they are passed on unopened.

Wanting to change, to improve, a person's situation means offering him, for difficulties in which he is practiced and experienced, other difficulties that will find him perhaps even more bewildered.