There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread

Of all my books, I find only a few indispensible.

Everything in the world of things and animals is still filled with happening, which you can take part in.

What batters you becomes your strength.

They all have tired mouths and bright seamless souls. And a longing (as for sin) sometimes haunts their dreams. They are almost all alike; in God's gardens they keep still, like many, many intervals in his might and melody. Only when they spread their wings are they wakers of a wind: as if God with his broad sculptor- hands leafed through the pages in the dark book of the beginning.

Lord, it is time. The summer was very big. Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds go loose. Command the last fruits that they shall be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them on to fulfillment and drive the last sweetiness into the heavenly wine.

He who understands one thing understands everything, for the same laws are in all.