I live my life in widening circle That reach out across the world. I may not ever complete the last one, But I give myself to it. I circle around God, that primordial tower. I have been circling for thousands of years, And I still don't know: am I a falcon, A storm, or a great song? [I, 2]

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world.

Be out of sync with your times for just one day, and you will see how much eternity you contain within you.

Speaking of August Rodin: He raised his world above us in an immense arc, and made it a part of nature.

It is so often on the name of a misdeed that a life goes to pieces, not the nameless and personal action itself, which was perhaps a perfectly definite necessity of that life and would have been absorbed by it without effort.

What happens most deeply inside you is worthy of your whole love.

[A]t bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.