Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.

Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Animals see the unobstructed world with their whole eyes. But our eyes, turned back upon themselves, encircle and seek to snare the world, setting traps for freedom.

Perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ – she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?