Here is the time for the sayable, here is its home. Speak and attest. More than ever the things we can live with are falling away, and ousting them, filling their place, a will with no image. Will beneath crusts which readily crack whenever the act inside swells and seeks new borders.

Perhaps then, some day far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.

Young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Avoid providing material for the drama that is always stretched tight between parents and children; it uses up much of the children’s strength and wastes the love of the elders, which acts and warms even if it doesn’t comprehend. Don’t ask for advice from them and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is strength and blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.