Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everthing in me that is bewildered and confused.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows with only this one dream: You come too.