Thus we live, forever taking leave.

Let your beauty manifest itself without talking and calculation.​ You are silent. It says for you: I am. And comes in meaning thousandfold​, comes at long last over everyone.

Never believe fate is more than the condensation of childhood.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

That is the principal thing-not to remain with the dream, with the intention, with the being-in-the-mood, but always forcibly to convert it all into things.

Joy is a marvelous increasing of what exists, a pure addition out of nothingness.