One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next moment a star!
It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
What do the contours of your body mean, laid out like the lines on a hand, so that I no longer see them except as fate?
The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person’s solitude.