Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

Love the questions, themselves.

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.

I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God, that primordial tower. I have been circling for thousands of years, And I still don't know: am I a falcon, A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.