If the Angel deigns to appear, it will be because you have convinced him, not by tears but by your humble resolve to be always beginning — to be a Beginner!

I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.

In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I’ll reply: Eden burns.

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

Why don't you think of [God] as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity... the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are.

I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.