I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

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

One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next moment a star!

What else can I tell you? It seems to me that everything has its proper emphasis; and finally I want to add just one more bit of advice: to keep growing, silently and earnestly, through your whole development; you couldn't disturb it any more violently than by looking outside and waiting for outside answers to questions that only your innermost feeling, in your quietest hour, can perhaps answer.

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?