The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise.

Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.

My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical will live the relation to another as something alive.