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

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.

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

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my face reflects, is dead and has been so for many thousand years. I had a vision of a passing boat and heard some voices saying disquieting things. I heard a clock strike in some distant house... but in which house?... I long to quiet my anxious heart and stand beneath the sky's immensity. I long to pray... And one of all the stars must still exist. I do believe that I would know which one alone endured, and which like a white city stands at the ray's end shining in the heavens.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.