Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

Do not be bewildered by the surfaces: in the depths all becomes law.

Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the far-off: whoever you are. With your eyes, which in their weariness barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, you lift very slowly one black tree and place it against the sky: slender, alone. And you have made the world. And it is huge and like a word which grows ripe in silence. And as your will seizes on its meaning, tenderly your eyes let it go.

There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!

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.

Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading!